I have always loved going to cemetaries. As a child my dad would take us for a ride and we would visit different cemetaries in the county. Drive slowly around them looking at the head stones and names. Remembering and honoring our family members who had passed away. Hear stories about them. I liked Wales Cementary best. Then we would get an ice cream cone from the Dairy Queen or a Drug Store before we returned home. So, of course, that is one place I wanted to visit in Chile. The whole place was dark and cold.
Some of the dead are just put in crypts in a wall. I couldn't take a picture of these it was depressing to me. No body seem to understand life after death.
I watched one little old man buy a flower then slowly walk carry his flower carefully, I wanted to think it was for his wife's grave. We watched a group take a family member to be burried all walking behind the casket crying. Out of respect I didn't take a picture of this either.
Millions are buried here.
This is one step up from a dark cryspt in the wall. Where the poor lay their family member to rest.

These are the ones that no longer have anyone left to come and visit them or take care of their last spot here on earth.
These are for the middle class people. This was the only cheerful place there.
Family crypts for the rich. Many of these have the whole family buried in them. There is room for about 20+ in one. There is a locked door on the front that you can look in. But still dark no happy colors around here except for the fresh flowers the families bring.
This is for an very important Macho Indain, family crypt. Notice Sister Whitechurch standing in front. She is a large women, too. The crypt was three or four stories high and 13 steep steps just to get up to the door.

Just for my kids information I want to burried in a place like this but paint it bright colors and make it a happy place and give out free ice cream cones on Memorial Day. I am very important at least in their lives. So start saving your money.