Part of my time in the UK was spent near a little hamlet called Greenhead. There is not much there. A hotel/pub that has regrettably gone Posh, a nice teashop, and of course a church and churchyard.
Here's a sort of tree form tombstone. Like its US counterparts these tend to date to 1900 plus or minus a decade.
This was formerly a mining and farming community. Large families. Lots of children, lots of infant mortality. Some of the tombstones give names, ages and sentiments of regrets. Others such as this one, are rather stark and all the more poignant for it.
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