One thing we just have to come to grips with is ... nothing is sacred.
Boundaries formed by such non-geographical concepts as respect, honour, trust, consideration and compassion have been bulldozed by the modern philosophy of "every man for himself".
Remember when churches remained open all day, every day, so if you felt the need to ask a higher source for help or guidance, or if you wanted to just sit and contemplate the cosmos in a sacred environment, you could do so. Not any more; churches' doors are locked against the ever-present threat of thievery so the pilgrim looking for spiritual sustenance has to do without the architecture.
Cemeteries were once a sacred spot. There the deceased could rest in complete peace, their graves sacrosanct, small mementoes thereon held in the protective embrace of "respect for the dead".
Those days are gone. Now you can expect to lose anything you might leave in the "safe" keeping of the graveside. Not long ago the cemetery at Aramoho was a fairyland of twinkling lights after dark. Dozens of families decorated the graves of their loved ones with tiny solar-powered lights in the shape of fairies, butterflies etc. They've all gone now, and I don't believe the wind blew them all away, do you? They were stolen, and words to describe the kind of scum who steal from graves are not words you'd want to read in a community newspaper.