I was surprised by the number of graves of foreigners born in Yokohama in the late 19th and early 20th centuries with French-, British- and American-sounding surnames whose death dates were well after 1945.
Where did these people all go during the War? What did they have left after it ended?
It was not all solemnity and introspection in the graveyard, however.
Americans, it seems, are irrepressible. They cannot take anything seriously, not their own mortality, not even the minor demands of simple good taste:
Frank Joseph Burke must have been quite a character. His wife, 25 years his junior, seems to be still with us--and must be a saint. Not every wife is ready to spend eternity underneath the image of a safe, a dollar sign, crossed golf clubs and a golf ball.
I note the misspelled adverb. "Extremly devoted" indeed!