What with the Solemnity of All Saints, the commemoration of All Souls, and the many recent local Day of the Dead celebrations, my thoughts have turned, as they so often do, to burial plans.

Before passing away from Alzheimer’s in 2012, my sainted Protestant mother took me aside to tell me of her own interment desires. With a dreamy look in her eye, she produced a moldering newspaper clipping she’d clearly been poring over for years: an ad for cut-rate caskets. “Look, here’s a nice beaverboard model,” she enthused.

She’d worked it all out. No flowers (people might have to spend money). No cortège to the gravesite, just family (people might have to waste time). No eulogy, just a simple service (people might have to think of something nice to say about her).

I understood completely her impulse to avoid both the death industry and making an unnecessary show. Personally, I would like to be laid to rest in a plain pine box beneath a live oak. That would be after, however, a high Mass. I’m with Servant of God Dorothy Day, who once said, “If I am reincarnated, I hope I come back an opera singer!”

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

The Archdiocese of Los Angeles maintains twelve cemeteries, ranging from Pomona to Santa Barbara to the Mausoleum at Our Lady Queen of Angels Cathedral.

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to visit the mother of them all: Calvary Cemetery in East L.A.

The original Calvary Cemetery was on North Broadway. What was once Cemetery Ravine is now known as Chavez Ravine. Cathedral High School stands on the old site and the cemetery chapel survives today in the parish and buildings of downtown’s St. Peter’s Italian Catholic Church.

The current 137-acre site, at the corner of Downey and Whittier Boulevards, was dedicated in 1896.

Upon arriving, I drove around for a bit. The place is huge, with double depth lawn crypts, cremian graves and niches, a killer outdoor Stations of the Cross, and over twenty sections with names like Gethsemane, Immaculate Heart and Good Shepherd. The roads wind beneath eucalyptus, royal palms, magnolia. You could have a nice picnic here.

Then I thought to check in at the capacious and well-appointed Administrative Offices for a little general info.

“Hi!” I presented myself brightly to the two competent-looking ladies at the desk. “I write a weekly arts and culture column for “Angelus,” our archdiocesan newspaper, and I thought with the Day of the Dead and all, I’d wander around and have a look-see. Do you have any brochures, or”…

“You need to talk to media,” they said in unison.

“Okay, but I’m not a reporter, I write more of a”…

“Any photography, filming, you need to talk to media.”

“No, no, I’m not making a film, I just want to tell the good people of LA about this cemetery that I, for one, after living here for 26 years, didn’t know about.”

“You need to talk to media.”

I briefly considered saying I was interested in purchasing a burial plot, which would perhaps have gotten me further, but already I knew that would be a lie.

So I gave up, took the map they kindly offered me, and made a beeline for what looked like the most inviting spot in the whole place: All Souls Chapel, which was dedicated on All Souls’ Day of 1902.

This sweet little stone building had rose bushes outside the door, a stained glass window of the Crucifixion and a steep gabled roof topped by a white wooden cross. The door was securely locked.

I meandered among the graves, which ran the gamut from marble crypts with bronze doors to simple, flush-with-the-ground markers.

I knew from my research that old-timey Hollywood actors Lionel and Ethel Barrymore, Lou Costello, Pola Negri, and Ramón Novarro are buried here. Los Angeles crime family boss Jack Dragna (1891–1956) was laid to rest at Calvary. So were oil tycoon Edward L. Doheny, California governer Henry Gage (1852–1924), and Ronald Reagan’s parents.

Leno La Bianca (1925–1969), murdered by the Charles Manson family, lies alongside Timothy Manning (1909–1989), Roman Catholic cardinal, and third Archbishop of Los Angeles. Ferdinand “Jelly Roll” Morton (1885–1941), musician, keeps company with Jose Yarba 1892–1957), aka “Mexican Joe Rivers,” boxer.

This spectrum of humanity seemed only fitting for a Catholic cemetery. Freeway traffic hummed below and Mt. Wilson shimmered in the distance.

A security guard pulled up—for the second time—and cast me a suspicious look.
“Just having a look around,” I told him, gazing out over the tombs. “Just enjoying the breeze.”

For a moment, I thought longingly of life after death, where at last we can roam freely, beyond the reach of marketers and wardens.

In the end, my mother decided upon cremation. She is buried beneath the evergreens at Post Road Cemetery in North Hampton, New Hampshire—right down the street from our childhood home, where she first taught me to love flowers, trees, and quiet walks.


  1. Sounds like a pretty tough place to wander around.

  2. Thanks for sharing a bit about your mom and her simple little request.
    Her request make so much sense. I think if I could I would simply be buried in a hole under a tree- no box, seems like such a waste to me really.I love that we have a day dedicated to all those who have passed on as Catholics.I moved into a beautiful cemetery this year with my son and we love living in the care taker house. It keeps my thoughts on the here and now, on gratitude and also in curiosity and wonder about the people I see who visit and those who have passed on. I go for walks a lot and read the names on the gravestones and see the dates they lived and for how long. I pray for them and ask them to pray for me. There's a great deal of wildlife in cemeteries- the one I live in has all kinds of wild life and so many trees. Were all going to go and none of us can avoid it or truly know what waits for us but I find it comforting to read a little in the bible and find it fascinating to think about a new heaven and a new earth and how every tear will be wiped away- behold God makes All things new. I'll end it on that hopeful promise.

  3. Sharon Tate is buried at Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City. The place is 200 acres and my sister from Oregon REALLY wanted to see her burial site. The woman in the office graciously whispered where to look. They aren't supposed to tell you. It still took about 30 minutes to find. My sister went back to Oregon happy. Hugs to you, Heather!

  4. Sharon Tate is buried at Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City. The place is 200 acres and my sister from Oregon REALLY wanted to see her burial site. The woman in the office graciously whispered where to look. They aren't supposed to tell you. It still took about 30 minutes to find. My sister went back to Oregon happy. Hugs to you, Heather!


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