I walk through Aoyama Cemetery about three times a week. It’s set up on a fine-grained grid, so there is an almost infinite number of variations on my diagonal path from corner to corner. Every time I think I’ve exhausted the possibilities and have found all I’m going to find there, I see something that I’m sure I’ve never seen before. Like this. Final resting place of Mr. or Ms. or The Family Koganemaru. It sounds like a Japanese name and it’s not in the Christian section of the graveyard, but it sure doesn’t look like your standard monolithic Japanese o-haka. There are a few small Buddhas and Jizo and even a stately Kannon keeping watch on other stones, but these gold-glazed cherubs look like they took a wrong turn and landed somewhere unfamiliar. Gaudy little aliens.