In the August edition of New English Review, Theodore Dalrymple writes about his love of cemeteries, especially the famous Parisian cemetery in his neighborhood, Père Lachaise.

No doubt there are some who might think that an attraction to cemeteries is morbid, but I would argue precisely the opposite: rather, that he who avoids cemeteries, and never visits them, is the one who is morbid, in that he thereby tries to flee consciousness of, and the need to reflect on, his own mortality.