This is Ken. I struck up a conversation with him, and he is really a neat guy. Eighty-five years old and visits the cemetary three or four times a week. He waters and weeds the flowers on the stones for his wife, in-laws, and brother. He started telling me tales of his life, of his kids, of where he lived (just on that mountain over past those trees), and how he just bought a new ATV so he can do his deer hunting this month. God bless him!