All right, it's not nearly as dark or creepy as we'd envisioned, but what do you want from Hollywood? If we were in Massachusetts we'd bring you dank inner regions of crepuscular sepulchers in order to make your Halloween especially wiggy. Instead, welcome to Hollywood Memorial Cemetery (which now has the truly cruddy name of, oh, I don't even remember, some dreck like Hollywood Forever Park, whatEVER). We'll just show you some pretty pictchas.

God bless him. And he sits aside the entry road, smiling and ready to greet you.	The cemetery doesn't get this pretty until you get inside a bit. Ya know, where the rich dead stars are. That big ass tomb on the little island is the home of some dead copper baron, so we won't bother with him.	Yet more likely to greet you on your entry are these bizarre newfangled monoliths. They appear to be an Eastern European thing, both Jew and non-Jew alike. Zorik's got a big ol' Jimmy Dean thing going on here. We do not want to dis these people, but please do NOT silk-screen our images on our tombs when we're dead. Thank you.
We found three voodoo dolls in a vague circle (which also involved socks, but it's unclear if they were part of the arrangement) when we first entered the park. We're not kidding. There was water damage, but they were clearly little images. And, on closer inspection, there were obvious pin holes in various body parts. Who knows what someone may have been up to, but they were clearly gettin' up to somethin' somethin'.		Dude, isn't this cool?

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