I'm sure you will all be terribly surprised to hear that, while I was in Copenhagen, I went to visit the cemetery. I was delighted to find it a striking contrast to the strict formality of the Terre-Cabade in Toulouse. It was difficult to tell at first that I'd entered the cemetery until I began to pick out the gravestones, most of which were roughly hewn rocks, amongst the pretty clumps of trees and bushes. Even the more formal sections of the cemetery were dominated by a park-like atmosphere. Families with children romped on the grass. Lovers canoodled on benches. Older couples ambled slowly down the paths, discussing politics. It conveyed a sense of a people who have lived for so long on such intimate terms with death that it doesn't frighten them. It is the only cemetery I've ever seen that I would want to be buried in myself.
I think it's wonderful. I can't think of anything I'd like better after I'm dead than for my living relatives/friends to sit by my grave (or the place where my ashes are scattered) and have a picnic, and possibly get drunk and a bit silly.
Yes. That's why I find military cemeteries depressing. I know they're meant to be reminders of sacrifice, etc, but I sometimes suspect those boys might've preferred for their relatives to be able to sit on the grass having lovely picnics in the shade of cherry trees next to their graves.
Especially when they're really overgrown and unloved. This one gets used regularly. I should think it takes a fantastic sort of philosophy to decide, as a people, that you're not going to get depressed about death. Instead, you're going to have a picnic.