Death has no form, no shape, no pattern, texture or layout.
They have quite distinct forms, shapes and patterns. So do gravestones.
It is an angular world the dead are buried in: regular walled rectangles, or squares, even; occasionally later editions forming triangles or yet another rectangle.
A straight line of graves seems to be a mainly modern thing, in older burial sites to be found nearly exclusively in military sections or in military graveyards, where order is as predominant as it is soothing. Order defies chaos, order finds beauty in 90° and straight lines.
This order is very unusual for old Scottish burial grounds in which the headstones seem to have been scattered by the mighty and powerful hands of some entity deciding live and death.
One geometrical form has become very rare in Scotland: the circle. It used to be predominant in brochs, stone circles, tower houses.
On the Dundonnell estate between Ullapool and Gairloch, hidden away on a small mound between the vertical lines of a beech tree grove, lies a private burial ground. A circular fence protects its few headstones.
Is the circle maybe a more powerful and ancient form for the eternal resting place? Eternal in its form already? More tribal because it is not taking directions from east or west like many Christian and Muslim alignments do.
A round enclosure seems a strange form for the interment of coffins. Stephen Anderton claims in his book about the gardener Christopher Lloyd, that it had been a local custom in Dundonnell, to be carried on a bier without a coffin and therefore it is quite possible, that the bodies have been buried just in their shrouds.
One might want to believe that they rest, huddled in a foetal, prenatal position. A tradition like that would be regressus ad uterum in its purest form. The round form is the beginning and the end.
The circle of life.