Yep, I've done this I love it.
It's the ones that tell a story that are the most interesting. There's a cemetery near Earls Court in London where I read the gravestone of someone who had died in Hong Kong or somewhere in the far east in the 1800's and it seemed to take a year before they shipped his body back to Britain for burial. I wonder why.
There's a gravestone in a suburban cemetery that pretty much just gives the CV of the deceased. The unspoken, 'born, worked, died' was obvious, IMO.
When I've been overseas I'll try to get a look at a cemetery. When my husband and I are out for a walk, and we pass by a church or graveyard I'll have a little look at the gravestones. My husband finds it dull and just wants to get home or the pub or anywhere else.
The collective grief that never ends is oddly comforting. There can't be very many people who's grief isn't either old or new.
There's a plain gravestone in a cemetery near where I live now that just records, 'Music's Doctor' hmm, I wondered, I wonder what that means. In the Cathedral, there's a dedication to a music teacher/organ player who is described as a doctor to music. Is it him ? Wistful with to much time on my hands, I know !