American revolutionaries and British soldiers alike are buried here in the fourth-ever cemetery in Boston.

Mrs. Mallard and her brood are a beloved fixture in Boston Public Garden.

Unlike other abandoned asylums this empty institution welcomes visitors, just don't go in the buildings.

This small section of the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery is rotten with famous authors' graves.

"the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and Calcutta, drink at my well . . . The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges."

No one really knows how these old hobby horses got here, but the herd keeps growing.

Perhaps the most scandalous statue of America's first president.

This isn't your average roadway—it's actually a National Park and a transportation pioneer.

The final resting place of the first American-born professional magician.

A former zoo turned public park, where visitors can hang out in the old animal cages.

Knoxville’s architectural icon was the symbol of the 1982 World’s Fair, even catching the googly eye of Bart Simpson.

A bizarre roadside attraction and the first instance of miniature golf in the world.

The haunting history of a little girl lost.

Nope, not Washington Irving's house.

The statue of John Harvard isn't actually John Harvard—or even, technically, the founder of the school.

The Man In Black grew up in a large agrarian community established by the federal government in the Great Depression.

A small park on Bourbon Street features life-size bronze statues of New Orleans musicians.

A collection of oddities including Dr. Kevorkian's suicide device, the Thanatron.

Richard III supposedly disposed of his nephews' bodies here in an effort to seal his claim to the throne.

When the Austin Dam failed it destroyed much of Austin...and then it failed again.

All that remains of one of the Civil War's more deadly POW camps is a simple flagstone.

The wooden octagon in which Huckleberry Finn and A Connecticut Yankee were born can still be visited in upstate New York.

Where America's first doomsday cult awaited the end of the world.

Three and a half miles of cliffs, rocky beaches, Gilded Age mansions and 40 Steps to nowhere in particular.