On November 7th, I attended a cemetery potluck held by Those Who Mourn. I’d intended to bring a real camera and take photos, but the day disintegrated into a comedy of errors. I arrived late and flustered, convinced that no one would be there because they would’ve all left.
Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, and I got to spend a few hours hanging around with a crowd of entirely pleasant goths. Plus, there was cake. No lie.