Sadly, Taphophile Duo has passed away. Please consider visiting their Find A Grave memorial page and leaving some virtual flowers. Their enthusiasm for cemeteries and willingness to help future generations lives on through their contributions to Find A Grave.
PLEASE CHECK YOUR EDITS TAB FREQUENTLY!
Keeping and maintaining our relatives.
Redistributing the other memorials to someone we know will take care of them and isn't interested in collecting dead people like normal people collect friends.
NOTE: If you volunteer on this website and decide you no longer want to be a manager, please make arrangements to transfer your memorials to someone who is active and cares about the accuracy of the information. This really will help reduce duplicates, which we notice with increasing frequency.
If you place memorials and don't come back, or you refuse or neglect to fix them, link them, etc., they are as abandoned as many of the graves we encounter in cemeteries, only you have now abandoned these people twice.
It would also be a good idea to leave a family member or friend instructions on how to make transfers of your memorials in the event of your own untimely death.
In addition, it's not up to you to make new FAG rules regarding anything.
(Borrowed from another active FAG Contributor)
"Ancestors are nice to have
We could hardly do without them
And if they made the page of fame
We strut and boast about them.
But there are those who think that souls
Who have lived out life's brief span
Still hang around their earth's abode
To watch the works of man.
So when I think of ancestors
Who have crossed the Great Divide
I wonder if they view my life
With the same exultant pride."
By Pearl E. Bowers
2nd Cousin, 3X removed
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932.