When Charles Lamb was little more than a toddler, his sister, Mary, took him for a walk in the graveyard. The precocious little boy read the laudatory epitaphs on the tombstones, commemorating the deceased as “virtuous,” “charitable,” “beloved,” and so on. As they came away, he asked, “Mary, where are all the naughty people buried?” (The Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes, ed. Clifton Fadiman)