Helluva n' Angel

While scouting a location for a voodoo inspired session with a client in a couple of weeks time we (the client & I) came across this grave. It struck me for a few reasons, not least the whicker wheels. Also the date of birth is near enough exactly four months after mine. It didn't take much guesswork to figure out this was a bikers grave from a time when there were several gang shootings here in Copenhagen. However this biker died of cancer at just 33. He was buried in his gang jacket and with a load of bling. When it turned out he had been a grass/snitch/rat/informer his former gang dug him up and removed the jacket and bling (the article I read also hinted that his tattoos were cut off). 

This is no fairy tale, for those you can walk 20 meters to the left and see Hans Christian Andersen's grave.