Warmtoast
Your Trincomalee photo jogged a memory cell. Several years ago when on holiday in Sri Lanka, my partner and I came across a tiny graveyard for colonial ex-pats. So many dead, so young, and mostly died of (now) preventable diseases.
The groundsman could have been the brother of the chap in your photo. The graveyard was immaculate, and he was very proud to show us around. It was a labour of love for him. Respect.