Today’s Weakened Yet Truly Morbid Fact!
Instances of military floggings resulting in fatalities in 19th century Britain are too numerous to recount, as are those that occurred in the navy, whether administered by the cat-o’-nine-tails or the rope’s end. Many reports were entered in ships’ logs, one example being: “A man in the Theseus was severely and repeatedly punished until at last he could not walk. He was, however, brought up on deck in this weak condition, laid upon a gun, as he could not stand, and again flogged. He died almost immediately afterwards.”
Culled from: The Book Of Execution
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Today’s Levitican Yet Truly Morbid Fact!
Thomas Granger (1625? – September 8, 1642) was the first person hanged in the Massachusetts Bay Colony (the first hanged in any of the colonies of New England) and the first known juvenile to be sentenced to death and executed in the territory of today’s United States. He was a servant to Love Brewster, of Duxbury, in the Plymouth Colony of British North America. Granger, at the age of 16 or 17, was convicted of “buggery with a mare, a cowe, two goats, divers sheepe, two calves, and a turkey”, according to court records of 7 September 1642. Granger confessed to his crimes privately to local magistrates, and upon indictment, publicly to ministers and the jury, being sentenced to “death by hanging until he was dead”. He was hanged on September 8, 1642. Before Granger’s execution, following the laws set down in Leviticus 20:15 (“And if a man shall lie with a beast, he shall surely be put to death: and ye shall slay the beast”), the animals involved were slaughtered before his face and thrown into a large pit dug for their disposal, no use being made of any part of them. An account of Granger’s acts is recorded in Gov. William Bradford’s diary of Plymouth Plantation 1620-1647. Granger’s crime represents the colonies’ first recorded act of bestiality.
Culled from: Wikipedia
They killed the animals too? Talk about blaming the victim!
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Today’s Crappy Yet Truly Morbid Fact!
GG Allin was determined to become the most outrageous rock performer of all time. He was known for his stage performances and for finding an expressive use of excrement, never failing to defecate or urinate at least one time before the show was over. Allin took laxatives, drank heavily, and shot up to make sure he could crap on cue. To increase the audience’s sensory experience, he rolled in his dung, injured himself, and taunted the most aggressive in the crowd, which many times nearly resulted in a riot. At this point in his career, because of the damage he did to sound equipment and other venue property, the plug was pulled often after only one or two songs. By the late 80′s he was drawing crowds by promising to commit suicide on stage, philosophically believing you should go to heaven at your strongest. He also got arrested frequently for indecent exposure and assault and battery, and was once charged with rape and torture. Psychologists examined GG and deemed him “not psychotic,” and of at least average intelligence, though with narcissistic and masochistic tendencies. His oddness, or perhaps his father’s premonition, got him appearances and coverage on numerous talk shows including The Jerry Springer Show and Geraldo. During his last performance in New York City, in 1993, they yanked the power after the second song. He trashed the club and left in a rage, walking the streets naked and covered in feces. When he went back to his friend Johnny Puke’s flat, on Avenue B, Allin overdosed on heroin and died. He was 36. Strung out groupies showed up, and not thinking he was dead, only severely dosed, propped GG up for pictures. At his open-casket wake, he was dressed in a black leather jacket and a jock strap, with one hand holding the neck of a bottle of Jim Beam.
Culled from: Genius and Heroin: The Illustrated Catalogue of Creativity, Obsession, and Reckless Abandon Through the Ages
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Jennifer Daniel had a great idea. She took the lips from dead Playboy centerfolds and displayed them along with the cause of death. Now, this is what I call art.
Dead Sexy
Thanks to Katchaya for the link.
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I want to go here so frickin’ bad…
The Bone Chilling Catacombs of the Capuchin Monks
Thanks to Bill for the link.
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Sorry I’ve been away. Work ate my life for awhile. I doubt that ever happened to Thomas Parr… He knew how to live.
Today’s Satisfying Yet Truly Morbid Fact!
Thomas Parr of Winnington, Shropshire, was 152 years old when he died in the 17th century. He married at 80 and was compelled to do penance for adultery at the age of 105. Seven years later he married a second time, ‘to the stated satisfaction of his new wife’. Forty years later he finally succumbed to rich food, strong drink and the sulphurous air of London.
Culled from: Death: A History of Man’s Obsessions and Fears
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