I'm not sure why I'm posting this--maybe because I'm morbid, maybe because I just checked out Vanessa Harding's book on the dead in early modern Paris and London last week (not that these are mutually exclusive), but something about this bit interests me. From the Pepys diary feed:
This is the first time I have been in this church since I left London for the plague, and it frighted me indeed to go through the church more than I thought it could have done, to see so [many] graves lie so high upon the churchyards where people have been buried of the plague. I was much troubled at it, and do not think to go through it again a good while.
http://www.pepysdiary.com/archive/1666/01/30/ You read about how the early moderns had a different attitude toward death, they were more comfortable with it than we are--and that might be true, but sometimes? Maybe they were just as frightened as we can be.
(hee, I am also listening to Neil Gaiman, right now, talk about how he was terrified of walking through graveyards at night, on NPR. Serendipity is funny.)
Also, Googling Vanessa Harding (with the modifier "early modern london," since apparently there is a wrestler by that name) turned this up, which I'll have to take a look at later:
"People in Place: Families, households and housing in London 1550-1720"
http://www.history.ac.uk/cmh/pip/