I asked my husband why graveyards weren’t decorated for Halloween. Or Christmas, for that matter. I think my question took him by surprise. “Well…it doesn’t seem right…” he answered slowly. Cemeteries have always been my place of sanctuary so I’m sure he was afraid of offending me.
“Well,” I retorted sharply, “when I die I would like you to bring me a Jack-o-Latern. On Halloween have it lit. Leave me candy, maybe a few plastic spiders.” Kisa laughed and said he thought he could handle that. It didn’t seem to be such a tall order for after death. He did warn me that the pumpkin would look funny, though.
~*LunaSea*~ 
A friend and I will join you if you want to go decorate some graves at Christmas. Let me pass it by her – I think she’d like the idea. I do. Since I plan to be cremated, I may leave instructions to wrap up the cigar box that will be me like a present each Christmas and stick me under someone’s tree.
What a funny idea! I think I might take you up on that grave decorating adventure. I know just the place, too…