Kensal Green Cemetery

He was 78.

He's buried at Kensal Green Cemetery.

And I want to finish by taking you back to Hackney.

Back to Thistleweight Road.

The army buried him as he asked to be buried.

In Kensal Green Cemetery in London, there is a headstone, and it reads, "Dr.

James Barry, Inspector General of Hospitals." His name, his rank, his life.

In the 1950s, a historian named Isabel Rae is finally allowed into the sealed records and follows the thread back to the painter and to Cork.

But here's the thing.

The army buried him as he asked to be buried.

In Kensal Green Cemetery in London, there is a headstone, and it reads: "Dr.

James Barry, Inspector General of Hospitals." His name, his rank, his life.

It was a wretched household at that time.

The good lady died on a Wednesday, and was gathered to her father's at Kensal Green Cemetery on the Tuesday following.

During the intervening days Mr. Jones and Sarah Jane took on themselves as though they were owners of everything.

Mary Ann did try to prevent the inventory, not wishing it to appear that Mrs. Jones had any right to meddle, but the task was too congenial to Sarah Jane's spirit to allow of her giving it over.

Their ears are stopped, their eyes are closed, their hands are folded, but I am alive.

One of the first places I visited on reaching London was Kensal Green Cemetery.

I quickly made the acquaintance of the first gravedigger, a rare wit, over whose gray head have passed full seventy pleasant summers.

I presented him a copy of The Shroud, the organ of the American Undertaker's Association, published at Syracuse, New York.

If the story wasn't true and this lady was just lying, why seal it? Exactly.

Right? James Berry was buried in Kensal Green Cemetery with a headstone inscribed, Dr.

James Berry, Inspector General of Hospitals.

So even his headstone is by his taken name, James Berry.