I am working out of the country at the moment, and this morning had a few hours off in Rome. It wasnt exactly 'off' because it meant another little bit of delving into my Roman epitaphs' project.
That is to say I was paying my first visit for about twenty years to the non-Catholic cemetery (popularly known as the "Protestant Cemetery", but there's way more than Protestants in the ground there, hence the proper title). I was primarily looking for nineteeth-century replicas of the third-century BCE sarcophagus of Scipio Barbatus, and there was a rich haul of those --as you can see from just this one (out of 9 or possibly, with the wind behind you, 10).
And this 'fashion' is one of the things that I am hoping to look at in my lectures in Bard in a few weeks. But that aside, the cemetery is a wondeful place, exactly where I would want to be buried -- after the rather more convenient St Giles' churchyard opposite my house.