The other day Henry and I walked through our local cemetery to meet Ben after work. (Ben always takes the cemetery route because it has some of the biggest, oldest trees and the birds like that spot. Ben's favorite bird sighting there is a Philadelphia Vireo.)
As I looked around, I thought of all of the yards with fake headstones out to celebrate Halloween. I think gravestones are beautiful, not scary.
Now, if you want scary cute, here's a skeleton and a pumpkin boy.