| Cecil
B. and the Missus. Classic. Not particularly ostentatious. Very tasteful.
No epic here. |
It was
apparently Hattie McDaniel's last wish to, what, be buried in this cemetery?
Unclear. This monument states that "it" fulfills that wish.
This brilliant though racially typecast actress died in the '50s. The
monument was erected in the '90s. Something tells us a black woman was
not allowed to be buried at Hollywood Memorial back in the day. Don't
know where the body lies. |
Tyrone
Power was an incandescent beauty in his early black and whites. It's amazing
how quickly sex and booze will age you. C'mon, the man was only like in
his fifties when he kicked, but so old and haggard, what a crime. On his
tomb is inscribed: "Good-night, sweet prince, And flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest!" |
| Fuck
the close-up, we couldn't let you miss this expanse. Douglas Fairbanks,
baby. Exquisite, isn't it? That small circle on the distant structure
is a relief of his profile wreathed in laurel. Just below and in front
lies the tomb itself. Inscribed upon it? "Good-night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!" Duh. |
|
Can't
read it? "No Agents or Peddlers." On that note ... |
