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When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister Selma had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone. Every morning since Caroline's funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day. Nobody knows who leaves it. Every single morning. Except Caroline died in 1867. For 145 years, someone(s) have been leaving flowers. Now that's devotion!