With Apologies to the Miller Family
I hope this image isn’t too irreverent, but this row of cylindrical grave markers was so odd looking that it was hard to resist making an odd image of them. I didn’t originally intend them to look so much like logs heading off to the sawmill in the background (actually a mausoleum), or, worse, sausages emerging from a factory but, hey, once you see it, you see it.
There are nine of them. I wonder if any of the younger Millers had qualms about following the family tradition.