Confessions of a Taphophile Some of my most interesting acquaintances have been dead for 150 years. Looking back, I realize that I’ve experienced taphophilic urges from childhood. Before you telephone the sheriff, let me explain. I’ve always been curious about cemeteries, burials, and the people who occupy them. My first funeral was that of my … Continue reading Confessions of a Taphophile: Why History Matters →