I found the Indianapolis branch of the Vonnegut family tree buried at Crown Hill Cemetery. Their graves are in Lot 6.
In particular, Alex Vonnegut’s grave stone had a faded pack of Pall Mall cigarettes on it. I wonder who put that on his grave. I would assume he was a Pall Mall smoker?
I could not find much about Alex Vonnegut with Google. I did, however, find this photo from the Indiana Historical Society. From the photo, I learned he was a Harvard graduate and was involved in the sport of rowing.
“My uncle Alex Vonnegut, a Harvard-educated life insurance salesman who lived at 5033 North Pennsylvania Street, taught me something very important.
He said that when things were really going well we should be sure to NOTICE it. He was talking about simple occasions, not great victories: maybe drinking lemonade on a hot afternoon in the shade, or smelling the aroma of a nearby bakery; or fishing, and not caring if we catch anything or not, or hearing somebody all alone playing a piano really well in the house next door.
Uncle Alex urged me to say this out loud during such epiphanies: “If this isn’t nice, what is?”
Well said, Alex Vonnegut.