St. Mary's Cemetery
The silence of death is pervasive in St. Mary's. Munson has used it for nearly as long as the town has existed, and his slowly expanded decade after decade as more of the population joins its ranks. One could walk alone amongst the stones of the dead and glimpse into lives that began more than a century ago. There are a few family plots and two or three ornate mausoleums, but for the most part, the gravestones and final resting places of the people of Munson are, like the town itself, humble and unassuming. Aside from Guy Sours the gravedigger and maintenance man or the grieving Bettie Ransted, few visit the cemetery. That solitude is intoxicating, I find, but others find it unsettling. The bustle of the town seems muffled here, absorbed by the memories of the long dead.