The local cemetery where John likes to hang out and drink beers symbolizes the presence of death in John’s thoughts and in life in general. It also symbolizes society’s unwillingness to talk openly about death—and the negative consequences of that unwillingness, particularly on young people like John and Lorraine. Lorraine recalls how, early in her and John’s friendship, John invited her to have a beer with him at his favorite place to drink: the Moravian Cemetery. Though Lorraine thinks a cemetery is a strange place to drink, she reasons that it makes sense for John, given his dysfunctional home life. Thus, Lorraine implicitly suggests that John’s interest in the cemetery (and by extension death itself) is a symptom of John’s psychological distress and unhappiness. A person with a happy life and loving family, Lorraine seems to imply, wouldn’t be so consumed by thoughts of death, and they certainly wouldn’t choose to hang out in a cemetery. Early on, then, the book suggests that, to most people, thinking about death and acknowledging death publicly is abnormal and unhealthy.
Later, in a section John narrates, John sheds light on what attracts him to the cemetery. He explains that being in the cemetery makes him think about the largeness of the universe, all the corpses buried beneath him, and about the inevitability of his own death. He later wonders if death might be preferable to life, since living people (Lorraine included) think he’s strange for thinking about big things like death all the time. The cemetery thus becomes something of an elephant in the room: it’s a super obvious visual reminder of death and people’s discomfort with talking about it. But, as the novel makes clear, not talking about death doesn’t make death anxiety go away. To the contrary, it only worsens anxiety. Lorraine is haunted by “bad omens” foreshadowing Mr. Pignati’s death, for instance, and John’s unspoken thoughts about death continue to plague him, too.
Cemetery Quotes in The Pigman
Then I got very sad because I knew I wasn’t really wondering about the guy underneath me, whoever he was. I was just interested in what was going to happen to me. I think that’s probably the real reason I go to the graveyard. I’m not afraid of seeing ghosts. I think I’m really looking for ghosts. I want to see them. I’m looking for anything to prove that when I drop dead there’s a chance I’ll be doing something a little more exciting than decaying.
By the time we left, I was so glad to see the outside world I thought I had been in prison for seventy-three years. The smell of hospitals always makes me think of death. In fact I think hospitals are exactly what grave-yards are supposed to be like. They ought to bury people in hospitals and let sick people get well in the cemeteries.