It's always fun to go to a funeral of someone you didn't like. We had that pleasure yesterday afternoon and decided to make a picnic of it at the kitschy Americana necropolis of Forest Lawn in the Hollywood Hills.
Unfortunately, Abraham Lincoln presided over the downfall of our picnic by freeing the ants.
Still, the surroundings were quite cheerful and festive.
The patriotic murals are to die for.
We're grateful to the Kim family for bequeathing us the view of this beautiful statue.
Many stars are buried here, but we noticed only Stan Laurel, who is apparently entombed in this wall.
At our age, we had to wonder whether it's worth it to drive all the way back to Woodland Hills on the 101 or whether we'd simply be better off just staying put.
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