Is a glitter ball and a DJ an option?

We understand the human urge to feel close to loved ones, even in death. Even in death when we weren't that close in life: e.g., the artist Mark Rothko and his wife were estranged when he killed himself. He's buried in New York; she in Ohio. Their kids want to reunite them in a Jewish cemetery in New York and, we guess, feel good about them bickering in the afterlife. But together. Who knows?

Here in Greer, a town cemetery includes a big plot in the center of which rests a local worthy, surrounded by the graves of his three wives. But sometimes, it seems, you can go overboard. Thus the creation of a gay section in a Copenhagen burial ground. The couple whose brainwave launched the little enterprise want their deaths to feel like their lives: surrounded by others of their tribe.

Except, of course, they'll all be dead still. Or is this the launch pad for an all-gay version of Thornton Wilder's play, Our Town?