Hell no. Maybe in a Duke.
I had to look it up. Very interesting, especially the philosophical points about disposing of the body in "the most generous way possible" by providing food to scavenger or other animals.
Everyone's different, and every family is different.
My grandparents are buried next to eachother. My grandfather was buried in 1986, my grandmother in 2007. My grandmother never "visited" my grandfather until she moved into the plot next door. She didn't like seeing her name there. In fact, she was so against it that the one time my mom took me after much insisting on my part (I think I was about 10 or 12) we had to lie to my grandmother about what we were doing as we were visiting her. I was instructed not to tell my grandmother.
The next time I went was when it was my grandmother's turn.
To my knowledge, nobody else has shown up before or since. Maybe my cousin who lives in Richmond has, but I doubt it. I highly doubt I will ever go again. I would have to be in Richmond with some time to kill (pun intended).
I know that some families make traditions of visiting and placing flowers at graves every so often, and for those families I get it and it makes sense. This is especially the case if you have a family that is born and dies in a town and doesn't disperse for generations. My family has not been that way for generations, and I doubt if our kids will be that way. So burn me and send my ashes out to sea.