When I was 8 we used to live across the street from an old Civil War era cemetery. My brother and I used to play in it all the time. Then we stayed out later than we were supposed to one night and we suddenly heard a horribly scary moan come from the direction of one of the mausoleums. You've never seen two kids haul ass home like we did. It turned out, it was our dad who had snuck around and in from the back side. Lesson learned. :)
If you have lost someone close to you will not want to move away from the lark
I still do this when I go to those who lost confident that see me
Timothy
:o)