“A dreaded sunny day, so let’s go where we’re happy,
and I’ll meet you at the cemetery gates, Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side”
Cemetery Gates – The Smiths.

My favourite place in Hollywood is a cemetery called Hollywood Forever – how goth is that?! It’s an incredible place, a little oasis in the concrete jungle that is the movie capital of the world. Over the summer they show old movies projected against the mausoleum’s walls and everyone brings picnics and blankets and sits on the lawn (part of the monument to Douglas Fairbanks). Once the summer is gone, and the LA winter brings a little chill to the air there comes the Day Of The Dead festival (Mexican tradition) where people build shrines to honor the memory of their departed love ones and dress up in multicolored outfits with painted skull faces. Every year two public memorial services are held. One for silent film star and heart throb Rudolph Valentino’s and the other for legendary rocker Johnny Ramone. Rudolph’s has taken place every year for over 80 years! There are a few living souls that live in the cemetery – a colony of feral cats that live in the back of the mausoleum and a few black swans swim in the lake, two proud peacocks stalk the grounds, and there are rabbits, turtles and hissy geese that keep everyone in their place.

When my time comes I have asked that I might be buried here so I may be part of the magic of Hollywood Forever.

Not Goth, 34, Redondo Beach, USA