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Zachary Taylor

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Every time we so much as touch a toe out of state, I’ve put cemeteries on our travel itinerary. From garden-like expanses to overgrown boot hills, whether they’re the final resting places of the well-known but not that important or the important but not that well-known, I love them all. After realizing that there are a lot of taphophiles out there, I’m finally putting my archive of interesting tombstones to good use.

When it comes to tragic presidents, Zachary Taylor is probably not the first one you think of. JFK likely springs to mind, probably Lincoln, maybe even Franklin Pierce, who lost all three of his sons when they were just children.

But Zachary Taylor had his own misfortune. He and his wife, Margaret, had five daughters and one son. Two of them died in childhood, both from malaria. Sarah Knox “Knoxie” Taylor was the second oldest and grew up to fall in love with Jefferson Davis, the man who would go on to become the President of the Confederate States of America. Though she met Davis when he was her father’s second-in-command at Fort Crawford during the Black Hawk War, Zachary and Margaret strongly opposed the marriage. They didn’t want Knoxie to have to live the hard military life of traveling from fort to fort with children in tow. Knowing how the Taylors felt, Davis decided to give up his military career to be with the love of his life. They got married on June 17, 1835, and traveled to Louisiana to see Davis’ older sister shortly thereafter. It was there that they both contracted—you guessed it—malaria. Davis recovered. Knoxie didn’t. She died on September 15, just short of their three-month anniversary.

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Once he recovered, the heartbroken Davis decided to resume his military career. But you have to wonder what would have happened with the Confederacy had the Davises not taken that trip to Louisiana, don’t you? One more interesting tidbit about Knoxie: When Davis remarried 10 years later, he took his second wife to Knoxie’s grave on their honeymoon.

But, back to Zachary Taylor himself. Though he had many military achievements under his belt, Old Rough and Ready may be most famous for the way he died: eating cherries. Well, that’s simplifying the matter. Here’s what happened: On July 4, 1850, President Taylor attended a fundraising event at the Washington Monument. He came home and helped himself to a snack of iced milk and raw fruit—likely cherries. He fell ill with stomach cramps almost immediately, and died just five days later. Many speculated that his system was shocked when he drank such cold milk on such a hot day, while others believed he had been poisoned. The latter theory was disproved nearly 150 years after his death: Taylor’s body was exhumed in 1991 and tested for arsenic levels. While there was indeed arsenic present, it was not enough to be fatal.

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In fact, what really happened is probably not so mysterious. Cholera, a gastrointestinal disease, was quite common at the time, especially during the warm summer months in Washington, D.C. Per everyone's favorite panic-inducer, WebMD, “[Cholera] is caused by eating food or drinking water contaminated with a bacterium called Vibrio cholerae.” For Zachary Taylor, life definitely wasn’t a bowl of cherries—just the opposite.

After a stint in the Congressional Cemetery in D.C., the 12th president was eventually moved to the family cemetery in Louisville, Kentucky. In the 1920s, the area around the Taylor family plot was turned into a national cemetery—Zachary Taylor National Cemetery, of course. 

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Grave Sightings: Hubert Humphrey
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With the state of politics lately, it’s hard to imagine a generous act of kindness from one political rival to another. But if Hubert Humphrey and Richard Nixon were capable of burying the hatchet, there’s hope for anyone.

Humphrey, a senator from Minnesota, ran for president several times. In 1952, he lost the Democratic nomination to Adlai Stevenson. In 1960, of course, he faced a charismatic young senator from Massachusetts named Jack Kennedy. In 1968, Humphrey, who was vice president at the time, came closest to the presidency—but Nixon triumphed by a little more than 500,000 popular votes.


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Though he graciously admitted defeat and pledged to help the new president-elect, Humphrey wasn’t shy about criticizing Nixon. Just 10 months after Nixon took office, Humphrey stated that the administration had done “poorly—very poorly” overall, citing the increase in interest rates and the cost of living. Nixon and his team, Humphrey said, had “forgotten the people it said it would remember.” He was still making his opinions known four years after the election, turning his eye to Vietnam. “Had I been elected, we would now be out of that war,” he told the press on January 10, 1972.


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The Watergate scandal broke later that year, and Humphrey no doubt felt validated. He mounted another unsuccessful bid for the presidency in 1972, but lost the nomination to George McGovern. Humphrey briefly considered trying one more time in 1976, but ultimately nixed the idea. "It's ridiculous — and the one thing I don't need at this stage in my life is to be ridiculous," he said. The public didn’t know it at the time but the politician had been battling bladder cancer for several years. By August 1977, the situation had become terminal, and Humphrey was aware that his days were numbered.

When he knew he had just a few weeks left to live, Humphrey did something that would stun both Republicans and Democrats: He called former rival Richard Nixon and invited him to his upcoming funeral. He knew that Nixon had been depressed and isolated in his political exile, and despite the Watergate scandal and the historical bad blood, he wanted Nixon to have a place of honor at the ceremony. Humphrey knew his death would give the former president a plausible reason to return to Washington, and told Nixon to say he was there at the personal request of Hubert Humphrey if anyone questioned his motives.

Humphrey died on January 13, 1978—and when the funeral was held a few days later, Nixon did, indeed, attend. He stayed out of the Washington limelight, emerging right before the ceremony—to audible gasps. Humphrey’s gracious act must have been on Nixon’s mind when he listened to Vice President Walter Mondale sing the fallen senator’s praises: “He taught us all how to hope, and how to love, how to win and how to lose. He taught us how to live, and finally he taught us how to die.”

Nixon wasn’t the only former foe whom Humphrey had mended fences with. Barry Goldwater, who ran against Humphrey in 1964, had this to say:

“I served with him in the Senate, I ran against him in campaigns, I debated with him, I argued with him. But I don’t think I have ever enjoyed a friendship as much as the one that existed between the two of us. I know it may sound strange to people who see in Hubert a liberal and who see in me a conservative, that the two of us could ever get together; but I enjoyed more good laughs, more good advice, more sound counsel from him that I have from most anyone I have been associated with in this business of trying to be a senator.”

After the ceremony in D.C., Humphrey was buried at Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis. His wife, Muriel, joined him there when she died 20 years later.

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Grave Sightings: Joe DiMaggio
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Legendary Yankee center fielder Joe DiMaggio and equally illustrious actress Marilyn Monroe had one of the most famous and tumultuous relationships in modern celebrity history. After countless ups and downs, including marriage and divorce, the two had reconciled again and were reportedly planning to remarry when she died in 1962.

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Devastated, DiMaggio—who was born on November 25, 1914—stepped in and planned the whole funeral, banning almost all of Monroe’s Hollywood contacts from attending (as well as the public). He had her buried at Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery in Los Angeles, in a crypt they had originally purchased together while they were married—his was located directly above hers. Afterward, DiMaggio had flowers delivered to her grave multiple times a week, a practice that continued for 20 years.

Despite their his-and-hers crypts, however, Joltin’ Joe’s eternal resting place isn’t near Marilyn. It’s not at the same cemetery, or even in the same city. He ended up nearly 400 miles away at Holy Cross Cemetery in Colma, California.

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Though most of us associate the Yankee Clipper with New York, he actually grew up in San Francisco, arriving in the Italian neighborhood of North Beach when he was just a year old and spending his entire childhood there. In 1939, after baseball success had brought him fame and fortune, he bought his parents a home in the Marina district. When they died, his widowed sister Marie moved in, and eventually, so did Joe. He was involved with the community, even helping his brother when he opened a restaurant on Fisherman’s Wharf.

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When he passed away from lung cancer in 1999, DiMaggio’s funeral was held at San Francisco's St. Peter and Paul Catholic Church, where he had been baptized, taken his first communion, and was confirmed and married. Given his personal ties with San Francisco, it’s not that surprising that he ended up spending eternity in the area—especially since he sold his crypt at Westwood Village Memorial Park after Marilyn filed for divorce just nine months into their marriage.

Though he wasn’t buried with her as originally planned, Marilyn was still on DiMaggio’s mind when he left this world. According to Morris Engelberg, Joe’s lawyer, his final words were, “I’ll finally get to see Marilyn.”

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