It is Poe's birthday today, and every year since 1949, a mysterious visitor has left roses and cognac on his grave in Baltimore. This year a crowd of the curious gathered, though sensibly the curator made them leave the ceremony.
Some of the 25 spectators drawn to a tiny, locked graveyard in downtown Baltimore for the ceremony climbed over the walls of the site and were "running all over the place trying to find out how the guy gets in," according to Jeff Jerome, the most faithful viewer of the event. [link]
It's a lovely ceremony and I'd not like to see it ruined by curious idiots.