Oh, actually, one thing about Bohemian National Cemetery! Near the very beautiful crematorium is this statue---entitled, "The Mother" it features a woman cradling a baby in one arm, her other hand shielding the flame of a torch carried by a young man. (This is especially poignant given the fact that an inverted torch, symbolizing the flame of life extinguished, is a very common grave motif.)
However, between her face smeared with black, her wearied, slightly forbidding expression, and the uncertainty with which the boy is looking up at her......? I assumed this was meant to be Death, snuffing out the boy's torch and readying to carry him away with the soul of the sleeping child. And I do kind of like the idea of death as a woman with a round, careworn face, who is a little tired, and perhaps a little sorry, but will do her duty nonetheless.