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Merry Cemetery in Săpânța (Romania) - famous for its colourful tombstones with naïve paintings describing, in an original and poetic manner, the persons that are buried there as well as scenes from their lives.

The cemetery's origins are linked with the name of Stan Ioan Pătraş, a local artist who sculpted the first tombstone crosses. In 1935, Pătraș carved the first epitaph and, as of the 1960s, more than 800 of such oak wood crosses came into sight. The inscription on his tombstone cross says: 
Since I was a little boy  I was known as Stan Ion Pătraş  Listen to me, fellows  There are no lies in what I am going to say  All along my life  I meant no harm to anyone  But did good as much as I could  To anyone who asked  Oh, my poor World  Because It was hard living in it

Here I rest. Pop Ion Osu is my name. And you see how old I am, but I am going to cut the grass and there if I shall arrive, I shall eat the cheese sandwich. And after I shall eat, I shall take my sickle and cut the grass because that is the way a peasant works. I lived 68 years.

Here I rest. Stan Ion Petrenjel is my name. I lived nice years and I am the father of Ianos. So I worked on wooden churches and now I am resting in this saint wooden placed. I lived 87 years.

Here is rest. My name is Stan Ion of Mihaies where I have been a police man. And after that I went to Brasov where I was a good policeman. And now I solute you because you will never see me again. I left life with 58 years in 1952.

Here I rest. Manaila Ion Mahumesc is my name and I have been the boy of Nani. There are few people like me. I was a nice guy and handsome. But I have not been lucky because I died as a young guy and my body is now destroyed in the earth. Dear mother and wife, God should take care of you and my children, because I loved all of you very much. And I wait that we will meet again.

I am Dioca Tahului and I stay now in the shadow of a plum tree. So when you will stay near me you will find out about me that I was the pillar of my house. And I leave it with sorry and tears. From my childhood I liked to work and to take care of the house. I also liked to deal with horses and sheep. Nobody in the village had horses and sheep like I. I loved horses terribly and for them I even died. When sitting on a mound of grass on a wagon pulled by a horse, I fell and was killed.
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