You know your a real genealogist when you are having fun at a graveyard. Yes, I have and once it was on the coldest windy day of the year. I was getting ready to travel the next day and I had to go dispite the weather. I was in a small town by the boarder know for its early logging and railway building days, 2,000 miles from home and I found a relative had lived there in 1901. He was a featured character in a historical book about the town. Checked it out on Ancestry.com and found him in the census. Turned out he started a family there and many of them were buried in the cemetery-my realtives! I guess I could hardly believe it until I saw the actual graveyard. So there I was on a terrible cold day in the middle of nowwhere having fun in a graveyard.
Actually, when I was a kid, I lived by a National Cemetery where there were gravestones back to the war of 1812. My friend lived with her father in the caretakers house on the property and on Halloween we had a party which included a treasure hunt in the cemetery.