My cousin John has a cemetery in his front yard. He lives in a house, built in the 1830s. The family plot is in the front yard.
Last year, my sister and I took John up to the small town in Ohio, where our great grandfather was born. We headed off to the little Presbyterian Church our ancestor, Alexander Porter, founded, and went through the churchyard looking for family names. The Reverend Alexander Porter's tombstone had a short biography on one side, and a truly atrocious poem on the other. We had a very pleasant afternoon.
My parents are in Homewood Cemetery. I go out at Christmas to put a wreath in the family plot, and before Memorial day to put a flag on my father's grave. I head past the Brown family tomb, which is shaped like a pyramid, and the Stimmel mausoleum, which is done as an Egyptian temple, the sense of humor kicks in.   I will swing by the tiny Chinese section, and Henry Clay Frick's grave which is surrounded by a low, brass fence. I'm not sure whether it's there to keep us out, or that S.O.B. in.    I believe they give historic tours, while the weather's good, if you're ever in town.