Raymond Chandler's final resting place

The creator of Philip Marlowe was no saint, by any means. But he unquestionably was in love with his wife. 'The man who put Los Angeles on the literary map with detective novels that dismissed the place as "a big, hard-boiled city with no more personality than a paper cup" was a romantic who had planned to spend eternity alongside his beloved wife, Cissy Chandler. That the two would end up about a block apart, one in a cemetery, the other on a mausoleum warehouse shelf, and that it would take decades to unite them, is a story with as many twists and turns as a Chandler novel.' More...