"Do you want to go to the new cemetery?" Mike asked me after we'd finished walking through Pettorano one afternoon.
Cemeteries usually freak me out, and I'd rather run a marathon than walk among the spirits. "Sure. i want to look around again." For some reason, going to the cemetery in Pettorano had the opposite effect on me.
Most of the graves are in above-ground vaults (above) or in mausoleums (below). As you can tell from the photo, families can put flowers on the graves by attaching little vases to the stones.
Two years ago, one of my Pettorano friends told me that when a person dies, the family buries them, but the burial is temporary. After 100 years, the remains (mostly bones) are removed and put in an underground mass grave. How true that is, I'm not sure, and where the mass grave is, I don't know.
We found what we think is my great-grandfather's grave (below). The dates would be compatible with what I think would be right. One of these days I'll figure it out for sure, but until then, I'm saying this is Gramps's dad.