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“Our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors. Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years: generations pass while some trees stand, and old families last not but three oaks.”

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Urne Burial

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Thomas Browne
Thomas Browne

Thomas Browne, born on October 19, 1605 and died on October 19, 1682, was a renowned English doctor, writer, and philosopher of the 17th century. He is known for his profound philosophical thoughts and deep insights into the human existence. more

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