I think about these things often.


Several afternoons a week, I left the house and went to the old Calvary Cemetery in Los Angeles, where Mama was buried. I stared dumbly at the mausoleum with its inscription, “Eleonora Chalupec, beloved mother of Pola Negri,” then I looked almost longingly at the empty place next to her where I would one day be buried and wondered how soon that day would come.

– Pola Negri, Memoirs of a Star