And what do you do if there's a misspelling on your tombstone? It's not like a bottle of White-out will help. You can't just scribble in between the letters, or try to turn a "D" into a "B" with a Sharpie.
Now, let me throw this at you. When Charles Winslow, a member of the Freemasons, died in 1933, it was during the Great Depression. Money was not exactly flowing from one place to the next. The cost involved in headstone production was probably bad enough, and in this case, he was being memorialized on the same stone as his parents. They, mom and dad, died within a year of each other, at least, in 1916, if not together. The cost of redoing the entire stone for one misspelled word was probably simply prohibitive at the time.
So, poor Charles, son of Charles, has to go through the afterlife as:
But how about that mother of his? Born in 1826, and an M.D.? Now there's a story. Elizabeth Blackwell was the first woman in the United States to earn (or even be allowed to attempt to earn) a medical degree, in 1849. Our Julia was just 23 at the time, so Elizabeth broke the barrier for her at just the right time.
Wow, the people that you meet.