Morbid?

Sporadically, matt and I went to the forest lawn memorial yesterday afternoon.
Within the grounds, on the hilltop perches a tiny museum.
After viewing the sketches of Matisse,
we meandered about.
passing one elaborate gravestone after another.
It was a clear and cool 'winter' day in los angeles,
the wind howling up and over the hills.

Was it morbid? Somewhat.
Was it Pleasant? Oddly, very much so.

Joy accompanied me as I walked.

I couldnt help but feel like Maude...
with a hobby of attending funerals and roaming around cemeteries.