on death and dying - a two-year-old's perspective

For the last few days whenever we've passed a graveyard (there are three on the way into my mom's) J points out the window and vehemently declares:

I don't wike dis! I don't wike dis!

I wonder why he would feel that way. He has no idea what a graveyard is. His only exposure to the concept of death is when the cicada he was poking with a stick wouldn't move and I told him it was dead. He proceeded to walk around the park finding carcasses asking "Dis cayda boug dead? Dis cayda boug dead?"

But since the body count didn't go along with tiny headstones, I don't see how he would make the connection.

So I guess my question is, are graveyards just inherently creepy, or is there some other reason for what is essentially a nice grassy park with lots of statues being so "unwikeable?"