I can see why James Curl is The Cemetery Guy: he seems to know the ins and outs of every law, reform crusade, and aesthetic movement that contributed to the establishment of modern cemeteries. Unfortunately, this leads his book to be drier than the occupants of said cemeteries. Also Curl, disappointingly, barely covers other aspects of Victorian mourning, cramming information about waking, clothing, mourning customs, hair jewelry, the crepe trade, etc. into a few chapters on the end which mainly discuss royal funerals. While I will definitely keep this on my shelf as a great reference book, I was expecting a wider breadth of inquiry about Victorian attitudes toward death (Curl discuss nicely, and at length, attitudes toward burial, but less about death itself) and the constellations of goods and behaviors that made up the Celebration of death.
My favorite thing about the book, though? Curl's grumpy demeanor. He's pretty cheesed off about contemporary funeral practices and isn't afraid to say so.