The day began with me awaking from a deep groggy slumber around 8am. After getting the monthly bills paid, and getting the day kicked off to a rocking start. I decided that today would be the perfect day to hit the cemeteries. The weather conditions were optimum for graving purposes. It was cloudy, & in the upper 40s, outstanding conditions for grave hunting. Being that, I usually never go anywhere without a handmade cigar. The first thing I had planned after leaving my humble abode. Was to stop by the cigar shop for some much-needed cigars. After having small talk with one of the guys who works at the cigar shop. It was then time to roll out, so off I went into the abyss.

The goal for the today’s trek was Holy Sepulchre cemetery. Holy Sepulchre is on 10 Mile Rd, west of Telegraph Rd, and east of Inkster Rd, in Southfield, Michigan. This sacred cemetery was founded in 1928 and is maintained by the Catholic Archdiocese of Detroit.

According to the website Find A Grave which is a treasure trove of grave hunting & cemetery insanity (I say that in a good way). There are twenty-seven notable subjects buried within the confines of the sacred burial grounds of Holy Sepulchre. Among those who are buried in the cemetery include an abundance of individuals who poses stunning arrays of athletic ability, which include professional hockey, baseball, and football players. Not to mention several past owners of the Detroit Tigers baseball franchise. Holy Sepulchre is also the final home to former Michigan Governor Harry F. Kelly who served as Governor from 1943-1946. Along with several state representatives.

Other notables who live in eternal harmonic bliss include Anthony Giacalone. There were two sides to Anthony Giacalone. The first being a loving father, husband, and family man. The second being a notorious Detroit goombah you know mafioso. Giacalone resides in the main mausoleum.

Now that I provided the background to Holy Sepulchre let’s get started with the trek. The day started with me arriving at the cemetery. I stopped into the cemetery office to inquire about a few names. All of which I’ve found before but due to getting a new camera for Christmas I wanted to get some new snapshots of their respective gravesites. After leaving the office and thanking the gentleman who graciously provided the locations I inquired about. I hopped into my vehicle, and made my way towards the main mausoleum. I spent a good hour in the mausoleum, walking the corridors , and marble hallways.

One of the graveside crypts I found in the mausoleum was of professional golfer Walter Hagen. Hagen played the game during the first half of the 20th century. And has a total of 45 PGA tour wins in various tournaments. Moving along another crypt I found in the mausoleum (for the third time) was of Chicago gangster Frank Lake. Much to my surprise after leaving the rackets in the 1930s and depending on who you ask Lake, resided in the affluent neighborhoods of Birmingham, or Bloomfield Township, Michigan. He lived a very comfortable life after moving to southeast Michigan and owned a coal & ice manufacturing company. He lived out his years in relative peaceful obscurity dying in the 1940s from a heart attack.

Continuing on after working my way through the mammoth mausoleum I headed towards the main part of the cemetery where the burials repose in the more traditional way you know six feet under. Being that I was tired beyond recognition from my little rendition of “Walk America”. I was gonna do things quick. I had a few gravesites to find but due to being exhausted from my little walk I just found one gravesite before heading home.

The lone gravesite I found was of Jay Sebring. I’ve been to his gravesite many times over the past few years. Sebring’s claim to fame other than being THE hairstylist to stars such as George Peppard, among others. Was that he had the misfortune of being the unfortunate recipient of Charles Manson and his motley crew of hippie worshiped murderous followers. When I originally found out that Sebring reposed in eternal harmony in suburban Detroit. I was pleasantly surprised that someone with Hollywood ties was buried in the area.

While I was at the graveside of Jay Sebring, I snapped about eight photos, at different angles. One of the photos I snapped at the Sebring graveside included a “Death Hag” bumper sticker. Being that I didn’t want to literally stick the bumper sticker on the gravesite I used small rock I found nearby, and a piece of a branch to hold the sticker down.

So that’s pretty much how the day went. I didn’t find any new gravesites per say. But I paid my respects to some of the people I’ve found during previous treks to Holy Sepulchre. Some of which are my favorite finds in that cemetery.