![]() We couldn't tell if they were there for the funeral or to protect Eazy's grave. We rolled by, peering out of the window as the mourners stared back at us.Īt the top of a hill, right next to where 2400 should be, there was another obstacle, Four police officers on motorcycles. ![]() ![]() Numbers on the sidewalk seemed to label the lots, and we looked out for Number 2482.Īs we crept towards the 2400s, we met with a large funeral. It only took a couple minutes to find it. It's a huge cemetery, but the lawns are clearly labeled. We drove slowly up the hill in search of Lupine Lawn. Nonetheless, we we'd come this far and weren't about to give up so easily. ![]() “The family has requested we don't give that information out because the grave has been desecrated.”īeing stoned at a cemetery is already paranoia-inducing, but being part of a group of red-eyed white dudes, too old to be goofing around, requesting access to Eazy's grave using his given name felt just pathetic. “I'm sorry, we can't give you that information.” “Why don't you just tell me the name and I can look it up for you? That's easier.” He seemed suspicious. “Who are you here to see?” the old man asked. We needed a map, so we went into the office area and asked the clerk for one. We arrived at Rose Hill, a massive, pretty mega-cemetery with endless rolling hills of graves. Hey, we had limited rolling surfaces Credit: Isaac Simpson
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