Near the [Ben & Jerry’s] factory, tucked into Vermont's verdant Green Mountains, which produces 200,000 pints a day (and hosts as many as 2,500 visitors), are 28 emblematic gravestones. They stand in for the more than 400 flavors that have been banished since Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield - the self-proclaimed fattest, slowest kids in their seventh-grade gym class - first began making ice cream in 1978. (A more comprehensive memorial can be found at benjerry.com/graveyard.)
Patchy grass sprouts between tracks worn bare by the visitors who have come to mourn the passing of a favorite flavor, or simply enjoy the whimsically macabre spectacle of a cemetery dedicated to ice cream.
"Some people will leave flowers," says Tour Manager Chris Wilkins. "It's kind of scary."
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