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Growing Up in Colma

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In many parts of Colma, neat rows of gravestones are visible for as far as the eye can see. (Olivia Allen-Price/KQED)

Christian Cagigal is a San Francisco kind of guy. He used to work with the Mime Troupe and performs a lot in the city as a magician. But Colma remains a part of his makeup -- he grew up a mile or so north, in Broadmoor.

"Cemeteries were just kind of there, you were aware of them," he says.

A lot of his family are buried in the Catholic cemetery, Holy Cross.

We go for a visit.

"Here's my mom," he says. "Hi mom."

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Before she died, his mother was upset because she couldn’t get into the niches across the way.

"She did not want to be underground to be eaten by bugs," says Cagigal.

Funerals and cemeteries have been a part of his life for as long as he can remember. Being surrounded by death, personally and geographically, has had an effect.

“Death was just always running in the background, in a way that I didn’t realize,” he says. "Much like an app on the phone you don’t realize is running. It might drain the battery power a little bit, but you learn to deal with it.”

Cagigal's friend, H.P. Mendoza, spent his teen years in Colma, leveraging them into a career in movies. He wrote the screenplay and music for the improbably captivating “Colma: The Musical." Manohla Dargis of the New York Times called the film "an itty-bitty movie with a great big heart."

One of the songs is called "Deadwalking," a somber (naturally) reflection on hanging out in graveyards, something Mendoza did quite a bit of. That activity might play into his love for and making of horror movies, he speculates.

"A lot of [that] has to do with the activity of hanging out at a cemetery at night with a bunch of friends, telling ghost stories and then trying to scare each other from behind tombstones."

He says loitering in a cemetery is "lonely and really quiet."

"I don't know if you've walked through a graveyard in the fog, but it makes you feel like you're deaf. There's a sense of desolation ... and the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat."

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