




our class gathered at the infamous strawberry fields memorial in central park to have a powerful discussion about the presence of dark tourism throughout the city and in our world. all of a sudden, i noticed a family approaching the small gathering next to our class... the group looked somber, despite the fact that there were many members there. a father figure reached into his bag and removed an urn, eliciting gasps of curiosity and delight from our death class. we watched quietly as the family had their ceremony, and then turned to our fearless leader Dr. Blaine to listen to her thoughts. "boy, if only that family knew that they were being watched by a group of students studying death in NYC!"