He asked me where our family graves and gravestones were. I knew where one aunt was buried but knew that no one had ever visited it. I knew of no others of the 20 relatives going back two generations.
Put simply, in America graves and gravestones are forgotten after one generation and lost forever after two generations. That is what I’ve found from asking around.
This suggests that there is no contemporary reason to bury anyone’s body.
I have several genealogists in the family, but graves and gravestones don’t seem to be of interest to them.
I would guess that death and memory are increasingly an abstract idea for Americans.