This Must Be Where Planes Go To Die

I have no idea why that sentence popped up in my head. There are no planes near by, I can't hear any planes flying overhead, and was embroiled in a conversation that wasn't causing my mind to drift. Nevertheless, like Athena from the skull of Zeus the thought popped out, fully formed.

"This must be where planes go to die."

So imagine my surprise when after some surfing I found that there are indeed actual airplane graveyards. There's one in Mojave, California and one in El Paso, Texas at the very least.