If I had like Do Whatever The Fuck You Want kind of money, I’d get a huge area of land within a reasonable walking distance from the town, and set up a mock graveyard in there. Fake tombstones with names of people who have never existed, sculptures of weeping angels draped dramatically over grave monuments, a folly in the style of old gothic stone church ruins, the whole nine yards. And then just wait for the goths to show up.
Watch them hang out there, sit on the dilapidated benches, take dramatic pictures of each other, the graves, and each other on the graves, just enjoying themselves and doing their thing, paying no mind to the unassuming, tall, equally abandoned-looking tower at the other end of the graveyard. It’s not abandoned. I live there. And I set up this whole splendid little park for them just so I could watch them frolic, just the same as someone would put up a bird feeder on their yard because they wanted to watch birds.
actually what if you upgraded this to an actual graveyard and just set it up to give out plots for free to low income families. the expenses involved when someone dies can be astronomical. pay for random people who wouldn’t otherwise be able to afford it to have a custom headstone or statue or mausoleum for their family member.
“You can get buried here but you have to be aware that there is an above zero chance of your tombstone being touched by someone’s fishnet-covered ass” is one hell of a thing to introduce in an offer like that.
BRB throwing all my life savings away so goth girls in fishnets will someday sit on my face