I lived in Toronto for four years and not once did I make it to Mount Pleasant Cemetery. It was a classic case of assuming one day you'll visit because you're a local and then it's your last week in town and you're too busy saying goodbye to be a tourist. Luckily I have a good friend, Miss Cecily, who indulges my witchay ways.
It was a dreary overcast day - perfect weather for a graveyard stroll. I made a comment about how I couldn't believe there weren't more people enjoying the scenery and Cecily replied: "Yeah, it's really dead here." Hilarious.
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