There Were No Brillo Pad Boxes, Only Campbell Soup Cans

The grave of Andy Warhol, right in front of the grave of his parents.

If you happen to find yourself in the countryside outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, somewhere between Mt. Lebanon and Bethel Park, please pay your respects to the greatest American artist of the 20th Century: Andy Warhol.

I had a little spare time this afternoon visiting Western Pennsylvania and I decided to take a trip to somewhere I've wanted to visit for sometime: the grave of Andy Warhol. Andy is located in the St. John the Baptist Byzantine Catholic Cemetery somewhere in the confluence of Mt. Lebanon, Upper St. Clair, and Bethel Park. The grave is simple and would be easy to miss, even though the cemetery is somewhat small, except for the fact that gravesite is specifically pinpointed by google maps and, more importantly, festooned with Campbell's soup cans. No Brillo Pad boxes. No Marilyns or Maos or Jackie O's (or was she still Jackie K when Andy Warhol used her image for one of his multi-hued silk screens). Just soup.

In the future, everybody will visit the grave of Andy Warhol. For 15 minutes. I did not stay there for my full, alloted 15 minutes.