The Lottery of Death －死亡の抽選－

“A dreaded sunny day, so I meet you at the cemetery gates –

Keats and Yeats are on your side,

While Wilde is on mine.”

From The Smiths song, “Cemetry Gates”

 

This is nothing to do with the recently passed Halloween, but I quite like walking around graveyards – in the daytime, anyway.  It is particularly nice if you can find the grave of a long dead poet, artist or other admired person. 

So how do you like the idea of resting forever alongside Oscar Wilde or Frederic Chopin in a Paris cemetery? 

That chance is being offered to residents of the city.  Because it is the responsibility of families to maintain the graves of their deceased loved ones and not the Paris authorities, many old Parisian gravestones and monuments have fallen into disrepair.  The local government wants to tidy up these old, ruined graves.  So they are offering residents of Paris the chance to buy one of them.  If they do, they will be guaranteed a spot in the graveyard for themselves when they pass on.  This is a rare privilege, since the graveyards inside the city limits have been basically full for around 100 years.  The buyer will then be responsible for restoring the old grave, as well as preparing their own. 

Although it will be an expensive commitment, many wealthy Parisians have applied to join the scheme.  Because demand is higher than supply, the city authorities are holding a lottery draw. 

The lucky winners of the lottery of death will be able to sleep forever close to other famous residents, such as Edith Piaf, Marcel Proust, and Edgar Degas.

Piaf and Sartre are on your side, while Wilde is on mine.