New York City's Crumbling 'Island of The Dead' Is Unearthing Its Nameless Skeletons

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10. Our friend died in N.Y.C. four years ago. He had distant relatives and was destitute.

His remains were destined for Hart. We chipped together and bought him a plot on Long Island. For some reason, his relatives didn't want this to happen but relented and gave us permission. Their objection may be because he was gay.



He was the kind of guy that always brought a smile with him. He earned money acting as a tour guide for out of town groups visiting the city. I recall his description of one of the tours. It was a 9th. grade class from Texas on a three day tour. He described the kids complaining to their teacher.

"Mr. x, can't we ask for another guide?"

By the middle of the second day, "Mr. Ken, can we get our picture with you?"

I still miss him.