It's a brand name. There are 11 Forest Lawn Memorial Parks in SoCal. Their fame evolved because they are the final resting places for such luminaries as Gable, Bogart, Stan Laurel, and Bette Davis. 
Recently I visited the Forest Lawn in the Hollywood Hills, the one across from the backside of Warner Brothers studio. I'd gone to pay respects to someone I'd worked with.
It was a gorgeous day. Rain clouds loomed in the distance but I was in sunshine.
This park contains a huge mural depicting American historical events. Never quite understood it's place in a cemetery until I read the philosophy behind the Forest Lawns.
As I meander I love looking at the names of the deceased. Names that seem to have passed on as well. Seriously, how many Wilhelminas, Godfreys, Cordells or Eunices do you know? I understand why some names haven't survived. What would a child's life be like these days if named Brunhilda? Yikes! Still, the loss of these older names saddens me. They reflect our collective history. Then again, Richard Gere did name his son Homer. Tradition prevailed. His father's name was Homer. Julia Robert's brood are Phinnaeus, Henry, Hazel. Bless you Richard and Julia. Tradition, tradition!
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