A graveyard filled witb the corpses of those whose names begin with V. Why? Because reasons. Just a weird idea I thought of when I randomly thought of Neil Gaiman’s *The Graveyard Book*.

Image is from Sirenia’s 1977 album. I don’t much like post-Veland Sirenia, At Sixes and Sevens (yes, srsly) and Nine Destinies and a Downfall are much more to my taste. (Warning: those albums are dark. Don’t listen if you’ve ever had a failed relationship or suicidal thoughts.)

Um, creepy thing, the GraVeyard decided the name Vydija isn’t a valid V-name because it’s followed by a Y. So if you have a persona like that... don’t assume you’re safe.