And the crazy thing . . . his middle name was Newton.
"The rule of no realm is mine. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, these are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail in my task if anything that passes through this night can still grow fairer or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I too am a steward. Did you not know?" Gandolf
Cemeteries in Turkish culture are the green areas with cypress trees growing among the graves. A dense population of cypress, oaks, pines populate the cemetery.
Also the bodies buried in soil with just a covering of white sheet, 2 meters down.
As a result of decomposing body, trees get a lot of nitrogen and grow lush and green like the example below where I used to play at as a kid in my home town.
Was listening to a great story on NPR about Conservation Burials - very similar to what the good doctor in the last link is doing.
Once a body is buried on a property, that property cannot be developed in any sort of way. There's more to it than that - but it enables the deceased to die, be buried, to have their families intimately involved in the process (something humans did routinely prior to the Civil War) and to quietly decompose in an area that will never be developed into something depressing - like a strip mall with the requisite Pho place, nail salon, Starbucks and insurance company of questionable ethics.
And I would totally eat the figs. Especially if someone nearby died and a prosciutto tree grew out of their stomach.*