This place is magical.  This place is where I found (with my mom and sister) a family plot with my last name.  This place is where I saw tombstones inscribed with “A Confederate Soldier” and “A Yankee Soldier”.  This place is the Historic Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, GA, where this beautiful, heartbreaking statue rests:

Ignore the angel. Look at the lion.

That lion is lying on his side, dying, with his great maw open in pain, a sword broken off in his back.  The inscription says something deeply moving, and I cannot remember what it was.  Something to the effect of: lots of men and boys died in this war (Civil) and it was horrible and we’re all sad because everyone lost someone.