This is the grave of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.
I suppose I should have something to say about such a famous figure. I do not. She existed in a world with a first husband who cheated on her left and right while plunging her into the international spotlight. Bad marriages was something she knew well from her parents. Then he died with his blood on her dress. Then she continued to be a global superstar, a role that she embraced to some extent, but never fully. She married the Greek shipping magnate Aristotle Onassis soon after Bobby Kennedy’s death, which affected her greatly and made her fear for her children’s lives, more because he provided her security than anything else. Then he died within a few years himself. She moved back to the U.S., where she faced the endless pressures of the paparazzi, a level of human scum never before seen on the planet. She died of cancer in 1994, at the age of 64. I don’t usually feel too bad for the 1 percent, and she was an elite’s elite, but I do kind of feel bad for her.
On top of it, she spent a lifetime being subjected to the adoration of Baby Boomers and their endless nostalgia for the simpler days of growing up. So have it at commenters, engage your Baby Boomer nostalgia to the fullest extent.
Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis is buried in Arlington National Cemetery, on the confiscated plantation of the Traitor Lee, Arlington, Virginia.