I go urban exploring frequently. It’s my favorite hobby. And I admit, every time I enter an abandoned structure, I’m on the lookout for a body. Sometimes I come across imitation bodies, like these:
Canadian skier Nik Zoricic died of head injuries sustained from a crash while racing Saturday at a World Cup Ski Cross event in Grindelwald, Switzerland. The 29-year-old Toronto resident died as a result of “severe neurotrauma,” despite being hospitalized shortly after the crash. Zoricic fell just before the finish in the competition’s eighth round, slamming into the course’s safety netting. Video footage showed him going wide to the right in the final jump.
In 1924, pacifist/socialist Ernst Friedrich released an anti-war treatise entitled War Against War! which was chock full of brutally graphic World War I injury and death photographs which chillingly illustrated the horrors of warfare. Even after all these years, the photos – especially of the poor soldiers who survived gasp-inducing wounds – are quite shocking.
Here’s another post-mortem ceramic photograph that I took at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Chicago’s southside a couple weeks back. This one has the full ‘man laying in a coffin’ treatment. This is the mortal remains of Joseph DiSanto who was born Jan. 14, 1914 and died Sept. 1, 1927.
Here’s another ceramic image that I photographed on a gravestone in Mt. Olivet Cemetery, Chicago last Saturday: Alfredo O. Bilotti, Born November 12, 1920, Died March 1, 1921. This one instantly struck me as a post-mortem image at the cemetery … although looking at it closer I now think I could be wrong. What do you think? (And why didn’t I remove the grass that caused the shadows over the image? I’m such a frickin’ “mustn’t alter the scene” photo purist sometimes!!)
On Saturday I went for a stroll through Mt. Olivet Cemetery on Chicago’s south side. The cemetery itself, established in 1885, isn’t very interesting by Chicago standards – though it does contain the original gravesite of Al Capone (who was moved to Mt. Carmel several years after his death) and the infamous O’Leary’s (though the cow isn’t buried here, sadly). For the most part though, being a Catholic cemetery, it’s pretty boring: the statuary is mostly generic Jesus & Marys and the inscriptions are yawn-inducing Bible quotes. However, there were some great ceramics on the stones. Typically, the majority of them appear to have been stolen, but I did find some gems still left (mostly) intact, including some post-mortems (my favorites, of course). I thought I’d share a few over the next few days.
First of all, here is Maria Rossi who died in 1920 in all her coffin-bound glory:
Michael sent me the following information about desomorphine – a horrifying drug that is sweeping across Russia leaving ghastliness in its wake:
“The drug is called Krokodil (Crocodile) in Russia, where it’s cheap to make and therefore gaining popularity among the 2 million addicts there. The shit is a highly addictive and very nasty toxin that turns the skin scaly and then literally rots the flesh off the bone.”
I will warn you that these videos might possibly be the sickest, most disturbing clips I’ve ever seen – and you know that’s saying something!!! Michael put it quite well himself: “I spent 3 years working in a funeral home and this shit made me gag.”
34-second YouTube video showing rotting hands and exposed bone in forearm:
And finally, a site called Morrison World Media has a link to a 14-minute video in Russian discussing the drug. This video is SICK, SICK, SICK!!!!! Many graphic scenes. The text on the banner reads “Monstrous sores, lesions of internal organs, painful death. Film FSKN ‘Semi-death’ -the impact of drugs on the human body, desomorphine.”
I’m not sure the full story behind this video or whether the driver lived or died, but it takes a special kind of stupid to run yourself over with your own car.
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