I recently took my dog for a walk througha local cemetary. In this graveyard, there are a number of mausoleums (tombs), one of which appears to have a power line connection! It also has a TV antenna on the roof…(I will try to post a pic). What is this all about? Do the corpses inside have a need for electric power? What about TV? Anybody notices such mausoleums? 
I kinda like this idea! I’m guessing that maybe the… occupant… was a real fan of TV, and this is his family’s way of making sure he’s happy wherever he is. The Egyptians took boats and cats with them - why can’t he take a boob tube with him?
You want to give the family fits? Start a subscription to “TV Guide”, and have it mailed to the cemetary in his name! 
(Only kidding - respect your local dead, or they’ll come back and haunt you while you’re alive; then they’ll pull the feathers out of your wings when you’re dead!)
Was it designed for use as a chapel? Where my parents are buried, you don’t assemble at the gravesite. They hold a service in the chapel (where you can see plaques all around the interior marking the tomb of someone. Must be nearly 100 or so in there.) and that chapel is heated during the service. There are pews, a lectern, and lights as well. It has to draw power from somewhere.
Hi ralph124c,
My clan had an elderly friend who shared the majority of his life with his wife. Something like 45 years together under the same roof, until she became ill, and after a protracted fight with Alzheimer’s, died peacefully one night in her sleep.
Long story short, our friend had made plans to entomb his wife in a family crypt, but once she was there, he found it cold and unwelcoming, and not exactly the kind of place to spend long, introspective sessions at his wife’s side. So he inquired, and after a little wrangling had power professionally installed to the crypt.
Eventually, he brought a small chair. Then their bedside table, as well as the Tiffany lamp that had provided the warm glow under which she’d died so peacefully. A few years later, after I’d moved out of state, I heard from my mother that he had brought his dead wife’s treasured hand-made quilt and spread it out on top of her vault. Finally, toward the end of his life, he’d even brought a radio and a space heater and spent most of his weekends visiting her inside the tomb, reading and listening to music.
This all sounded really odd then, but I was quite a bit younger, and had no concept of the pleasure of a wife’s company. Even now, it still sounds strange. The thing is, our friend lived on for a good 10 years after his wife’s departure; the extended visits to the crypt seemed to bring him a great deal of peace and comfort, despite his old age and failing health.
For me, it’s not outside the realm of possibility that some people in mourning might sit inside a crypt and watch a little telly. And while it’s probably not the most spiritual of remembrances, after logging a lot of time on the La-Z-Boy next to a lifelong companion, a touch of good ol’ Bob Barker might be just the ticket to keeping the grief from taking over.
B
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