March, 2004

March 4, 2004

Today's Creepy Crawly Yet Truly Horrible Morbid Fact!

A man who lived in his own “zoo” of lizards and insects was fatally bitten by a pet black widow spider — then eaten by the other creepy-crawlies. Police broke in to Mark Voegel’s apartment to find spider Bettina along with 200 others, several snakes, a gecko lizard called Helmut and several thousand termites had gorged on his body. Neighbours alerted police after becoming alarmed by the stink. A police spokesman said: “It was like a horror movie. His corpse was over the sofa. Giant webs draped him, spiders were all over him. They were coming out of his nose and his mouth. There was everything there one could imagine in the world of reptiles. Larger pieces of flesh torn off by the lizards were scooped up and taken back to the webs of tarantulas and other bird-eating spiders." Loner Voegel, 30, never invited people back to his “jungle” home, a small apartment in the German city of Dortmund. Police described it as a cross between a botanical garden and the butterfly breeding ground in the serial killer movie The Silence Of The Lambs. One tarantula had built a nest the size of a swallow’s in a corner of the ceiling. Voegel also had a boa constrictor and several poisonous frogs from South America. Spider expert and animal cruelty officer Gabi Bayer said he kept creatures “that should never be allowed in a private home”. She said: “He had spiders so aggressive they are the equivalent of a pit-bull in the animal world.” The reptiles were allowed to roam free in the flat. The heating elements on two tanks containing spiders and their termite snacks had exploded and dislodged the metal tops allowing them to escape. Voegel is thought to have been dead for between seven and 14 days. A post-mortem will be carried out in the next few days. But authorities believe Bettina alone was responsible for Voegel’s death.

Culled from: The Sun
http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2004092008,00.html
Generously submitted by: DragonBiche

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Sure, blame it all on poor little Bettina! My question is... how did they know Bettina's name? Did she have a little collar with an ID tag or something?

Anyway, this is a perfect example of why I dislike apartments. You just never know what the guy next door is up to!

ILoveCoffee has a comment to share:
" I have to say I liked this story in particular. I got into in argument (which started as a simple conversation) about which is more dangerous; a Black Widow or a Brown Recluse. I said I was scared of Black Widows because there venom hits the blood stream fast and the pain is horrifying. Saw a program on National Geographic. He proceeds to yell at me telling me the Brown Recluse is more dangerous. Ok whatever. Worse case is I have a hole for a scare from those guys. From the people on NG their words were they will never for as long as they live forget the pain that the Black Widow caused them. One woman said they were giving her morphin every ten minutes and that STILL didn't get rid of the pain in her ENTIRE body. So.....besides every book I own saying right in it that the Black Widow is the most dangerous spider in North America, I can add that to my proof on whats what. I would have liked to see the look on that idiots face when that venom hit his blood stream. Reminds me of the Albino Aligater. Gaters use albinos as lures because they are the odd ball and have no dominence. Imagine all those critters of that guys sitting around waiting for the attack. He gets gets bit and they all pounce. Gotcha! Thanks for that story."

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Sorry for my disappearance over the last week. I was in Chicago for a few days and ran out of time to send out a proper notification. Yeah, yeah, yeah... don't give me that look!

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Okay, flimsy excuse over... It's time to tally up the votes for Round Four of the Morbid Caption Contest. And the winners (advancing to the next round) are:

"Tikes' Tender Tackle Turns Tantalizing Tidbits" (26%)

and

"...the other white meat." (24%)

Thank you again for turning out to vote!

We've only two more rounds to go before the finals (yes, I really blew the timing on this whole thing didn't I? Live and learn time again.)
Here are the nominees for Round Five!

1) "pooch pinches tiny tot's tallywhacker"

2) "taste test results are in: discerning pets prefer kosher babies!"

3) Ooooohhhhhhh
I wish i were an Oscar mayer weiner
That is what i truely want to beeeee
For if I were an Oscar mayer weiner
Every one would be in love with me

4) I heard it used for homework, but this kid's explanation to future sex partners will have to be "Sorry, my dog ate it."

5) "Go fetch the ball Sparky! No! Not that one!"

6) Bacon, Bacon, Baco....Penis, Penis Penis I Smell Penis. Announcing New Pen-os, it's what your dog wants.

7) Penis and bits, Penis and bits, I'm gonna get me some Penis and bits.

8) Dog eats bone, er -- never mind

9) Apparently the dogs return the passion for the Nunguda people.

10) "Glans Best Friend"


Please vote below!

And to see the MFDJ that is the inspiration for this contest, please go to the January, 2004 archives and check out the January 6th fact:

http://asylumeclectica.com/asylum/morbid/archives/morb0104.htm

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Ghastly!

You may have seen some pictures going around the net of a supposed "gangbanger" who was crushed beneath the wheels of a semi-truck. Well, after a few months of suspense, our old reliable friend Snopes has found the story behind the images. If you're interested, have a gander:

http://www.snopes.com/photos/gruesome/carjack.asp

Thanks to o_coileain for the link.


March 7, 2004

Today's Ceremonial Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In Japan, the night before a funeral, the very close relatives hold a special ceremony called 'Otsuya' to farewell the body. They burn candles and incense and stay awake all night, just in case the person wakes up. Monks also visit to pray and give the person a Buddhist name. After the body has been cremated, relatives each take a bone with chopsticks and place it in a white pottery jar. This is done to send a message that the family has not abandoned the body. The voice box bone is a special bone because it is the shape of Buddha sitting in prayer. After 49 days the bones are moved to a gravestone at the cemetery.

Culled from: Death - The Last Taboo: Cremation
http://www.deathonline.net/disposal/cremation/japan.cfm
Generously suggested by: Matt

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If only I was semi-competent with chopsticks, I could do this with my Mother's bone fragments. Alas, it would not be a successful exercise, I fear...

Oh, and while we're discussing Japanese rituals - Matt also warned against standing chopsticks up in a bowl of rice, as this is considered a symbol of death. Hmmmm, that just might be a good culinary addition to the next Halloween party...

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Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

This most excellent piece of morbid mirth was generously provided by b.

What's 18 inches long and makes women scream?

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Crib Death


March 8, 2004

Today's Evil Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

On December 4, 2003 Congo health officials found themselves investigating the poison deaths of 64 people, allegedly from a potion used to ward off evil spirits. The Roman Catholic priest who allegedly administered the drink fled the village of Bosobe the previous week after people started falling ill. "It was some sort of oily substance, which was given to supposedly deliver them" from the spirits, Health Minister Yagi Sitolo said of the potion. No other information, including details on the priest and his whereabouts, was available from the remote region, 300 miles northeast of Congo's capital, Kinshasa. Many of Congo's 59 million inhabitants mix indigenous beliefs with those introduced by organized religions, such as Christianity and Islam.

Culled from: Associated Press
Generously suggested by: glia

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I think Depeche Mode summed this one up quite well:

"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing"

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Here's a follow-up on the "Chopsticks In Rice As Death Imagery" fact from yesterday, courtesy Jay (and thank you to everyone else who wrote with similar comments as well):

"Just as a note, the chopsticks-thing is a general, Asian belief/superstition, stemming from Buddhist practices. Sticks of incense are burned in twos and protruding from a sand-filled brazier at a temple or, commonly, the earth before the grave of the deceased. Chopsticks, carelessly stuck straight into a bowl of rice mimics the characteristics of the funerary incense and the reminder of death while dining is considered extremely impolite."

Stephen has a comment to share:
"Actually, Buddhists burn incense sticks in sets of 3 - one each for the Buddha, the Darhma, and the Sangha.
Also, I've heard that is impolite to stick your chopsticks upright in a bowl of rice - and leave them there, because it means that that bowl has been eaten from, and not finished, which is disrespectful to the cook in itself. Rice is usually served with the chopsticks laying on top of the bowl, or you pull your own pair from your suit pocket (as is the custom for the well-to-do / yuppie culture). And, after ALL of it is eaten, you lay your sticks on the table (or wrap them in rice paper, and put them back in your pocket)."

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My Brush With Morbidity by Traci

"On Memorial Day Weekend I persuaded my boyfriend to go to the outlet mall about 30 minutes south of Austin... On the way
back home (northbound on a major 3-lane highway) traffic began to slow, and as we crested a small rise I could see in the distance that oncoming traffic (southbound) had been diverted onto the access road. 'Great,' I thought, 'day one of a three-day weekend and there's already an accident.'

"Since the exit was approaching, I decided to go ahead and ride the access road for the mile or so it would take. A bit further on, the access road went uphill as the highway proper went downhill. It was on this rise that the access road came about even with the accident.

"Because I was uphill of the accident, and there was no traffic blocking my view, I saw quite a bit more than I bargained for. The SUV was by itself, facing south, roughly in the middle of the 3 lanes. The driver's door was sitting open. All around the site, and for many miles around, sheets of paper were floating and resting on the asphalt and grass. As we passed the vehicle itself, I got a fleeting glimpse of legs and a person sitting sideways in the driver's seat. I assumed at first that it was a man and I said aloud, "I wonder why they haven't put the guy in an ambulance. OH! That's why." Which of course engendered immediate curiosity in my 3 year old. We changed the subject and drove on. The person's head was covered with a short white sheet or towel that was soaked in blood. The lap was covered in blood and gore and it trickled down to pool on the pavement.

"The (as we later discovered) woman was a teacher and had taken home papers to grade over the long weekend."

Now, that's a great bit of strategic driving! Of course, I'm never that lucky... I always show up when the body has long been removed and is already cold in the morgue, and the tow truck is just starting to pull away from the scene. Such a pity...


March 10, 2004

Today's Hapless Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In 1983 in the vicinity of Cheshire, England the skull of a bog woman was dug up. The find comprised an incomplete skull with some hair and the left eyeball intact. Living near Lindow Moss at the time was Peter Reyn-Bardt, whose wife had disappeared more than twenty years earlier. When the local police told Reyn-Bardt of the discovery of a skull, he promptly confessed to his wife's murder and was duly tried and convicted. The hapless husband would have been well-advised to remain silent, since Lindow Woman was subsequently dated at Oxford University to 210 AD, give or take eighty years.

Culled from: Death: A History Of Man's Obsessions and Fears

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"Oh... Um... You know I was just kidding about that whole murder thing, right?"

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My Brush With Morbidity by Kuhar

"While living in Manhattan I had occasion to see a variety of rather morbid sights. One was within weeks of my move there. An elderly woman had been hit by a transit bus. Well, not so much hit: as it was approaching the bus stop and slowing down, the front bumper caught hold of her right torso and opened her up like a can-opener... There were some undentifiable organs that had spilled onto the street from her opened side... sort of like a broken pinata lying on the ground."

Now, this one is really sad. Poor lady... One minute you're on your way to Bingo, the next you're spilling your candy all over the road...

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Morbid Caption Contest!

Okay, I think we're ready for the last of the first round eliminations for the latest Morbid Caption Contest (for the January 6th MFDJ - http://www.asylumeclectica.com/asylum/morbid/archive/morb0104.htm). But first, let's check out the two lucky winners from the fifth round:

1) I heard it used for homework, but this kid's explanation to future sex partners will have to be "Sorry, my dog ate it." - 20%

2) Penis and bits, Penis and bits, I'm gonna get me some Penis and bits. - 19%


Now, here's the final round of eliminations before the semi-finals!

1. "little nipper's nipper nicked by family pet"

2. "Bay Bee's Prepared Meat Sausages: Enjoyed by dogs in ALL countries"

3. I guess this is one dog who couldn't reach his own

4. Elderly dog subsides on baby food in cruel twist

5. It looks like bacon, it smells like bacon....bacon...bacon...BACON!!!!

6. "What am I, chopped liver?"

7. "Cocktail weiner"

8. HOT DOG!!!! Yummie!!!

9. "tale o' the pup that ate master's winkie"

10. "mutt steals family jewels"

Please cast your vote at http://asylumeclectica.com/asylum/morbid/


March 12, 2004

Today's Putrid Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A recluse’s life ended in the same manner that he had lived - unnoticed. His overweight corpse lay unmoved in a bathtub full of water as nature took its course. His body went through the cycles of death: rigor mortis followed by the process of decomposition. His flesh began to shrivel and then bloat as gases escaped his decomposing body. Bloating of the flesh is normal after death but the water made the process significantly exaggerated. Weeks went by but still no one noticed. Every now and then a drop of water would wander out of the bathtub’s faucet and fall on his bloated body. Of course, the man’s neighbors would have no way to know what was happening, but the water had begun to pool, eventually flowing out of the tub. Water damage began to appear on the ceiling below. But water wasn’t the only thing leaking from the floor above. The man’s flesh had rotted away from the body with the water and had seeped in the same cracks that the water had, raining its putrid load on the unsuspecting occupants below. When crime scene cleaner Neal Smither reached the scene, the police and paramedics still hadn’t figured out how to get the body out of the tub. During the time the body had been allowed to rot, the flesh had expanded more and more, until it finally sealed the bathtub like a cork. “Their problem was that they couldn’t get their hands around him to strap him and yank him out of the tub,” remembers an amused Smither. The police needed Smither to help them poke a hole under the man’s collarbone. “We were then able to feed our water pump hose through the hole, turn it on and release the pressure which allowed the body to sag a bit and lift him out.”

Culled from: The Golden Gate [X]PRESS
http://xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/life/000419.html
Link generously submitted by: Amos Quito

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Well, now, if that doesn't cure the munchies, I don't know what will. <shudder>

The rest of the article is quite fascinating, in a most disgusting way, as well.

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Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Here's a nifty trinket that was created for cigar smokers, but can easily be adopted as a nifty bit of morbid decor:

http://www.noblecollection.com/catalog/product.cfm?id=NS9220&catid=0

It's very regal looking, isn't it? If you prefer the more peasant-variety guillotine, you may be interested in the one that I have sitting right in front of me at this very moment:

http://www.designtoscano.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=2493&itemType=PRODUCT&RS=1&keyword=guillotine


March 13, 2004

Today's Practical Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Officials in Botswana have reportedly urged people wanting to kill themselves to "use trees" and not trains. "If people want to commit suicide, they should use trees, not our trains," the country's minister of works and transport Tebelo Seretse said. "I am sick of these people who throw themselves in front of the trains. The drivers are people - why turn them into murderers?" she was quoted as saying. Train drivers in the diamond-rich southern African country often faced having to remove human body parts from their engines.

Culled from: The Sydney Morning Herald
http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2004/02/18/1076780011878.html
Link generously submitted by: Amos Quito

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Now, why don't our officials come out with practical, sound advice like that?

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Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

You can thank Lara for this one. (Too bad I didn't use it for yesterday's fact - it would have fit perfectly with the bathtub theme.)

What do you do if an epileptic has a fit in the tub?

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Throw in your laundry!

<crash!>


March 14, 2004

Today's decidedly explosive fact is dedicated to Nohemi, who claims to be the youngest list member. (Age withheld as it could incriminate me!) A belated happy birthday to you, Nohemi!

Today's Explosive Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

On May 13, 2000 approximately 100 tons of fireworks and other explosives detonated after a fire in the factory of S.E. Fireworks, situated in the middle of the working class housing estate of Mekkelholt in the northern Dutch city of Enschede. In a split second almost 400 houses were reduced to their foundations and another 1,000 damaged. Twenty-two people were killed and nearly 1000 were injured. In August, 2002 Andre De Vries was sentenced to 15 years for intentionally setting the blaze, and in April, 2002 the owners of S.E. Fireworks (Rudi Bakker and Wilhelm Pater) were convicted of importing and selling illegal fireworks, breaking safety codes and violating storage licenses. They were handed a six-month sentence.

One of the 22 fatalities in the blast was cameraman Marcel van Nieuwenhoven, who had rushed to the scene and was filming the fire from a nearby rooftop when the largest blast occurred. Amazingly, the camera and video footage survived the vicious blast intact, and has been posted on the web. This is one compelling piece of video, especially the slow motion footage of the fatal explosion at the end. It's quite obvious that this was a blast he would not survive.

http://www.media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=fireworkfactory.wmv

Information culled from: CNN
http://www.cnn.com/2000/WORLD/europe/05/14/netherlands.explosion/
http://edition.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/europe/08/22/netherlands.fireworks.sentence/index.html
Video link generously submitted by: Christopher

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Here's a website with an image of Marcel: http://www.tvcameramen.com/newsroom/news08.htm . A lot of people in the forums I've seen (such as this one: http://www.dslreports.com/forum/remark,8565743~mode=flat) call him "stupid" for staying on that roof, but I think it's always commendable when news reporters stay in the line of fire to capture what will eventually become amazing historic footage. I, for one, am quite happy that there are some people willing to put their personal safety on the line so that I can view footage like this.

Or this amazing 9/11 documentation which was shot by photographer Bill Biggart who was killed when the second tower collapsed. His camera gear was discovered in the rubble and the photographs were amazingly intact.

And here's the link (ever-so-generously submitted by Abby):
http://digitaljournalist.org/issue0111/biggart_intro.htm

Another brave reporter giving his life for our morbid fascination. Let's have a few moments of silent contemplation for the sacrifice they both made for us.

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"I just wanted to clarify something about that fireworks explosion video. What we're seeing is two different videos from two different cameramen. The first minute of the video was shot by someone who survived the explosion (I don't know his name) who taped the main explosion that killed the second cameraman (and leveled half the town).
The last few seconds of the video shows Marcel van Nieuwenhoven's footage. He was practically across the street from 'ground zero' when the pile went off. He never stood a chance. The shock wave turned his internal organs to mush well before the camera stopped. But if the shock wave didn't kill him, then the building blowing out from him certainly did."

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Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

This one's from young Nohemi.

Q: What's pink and red and sits in four corners of a room?

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A: A baby that has been playing with a chainsaw.

Q: What's green and brown and sits in four corners of a room?

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A: The same baby 3 weeks later.


Aw, I'm so proud! :-)


March 21, 2004

Today's Explosive Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In 1933, workers renovating the Bank of England buildings in London uncovered an unusually large lead box below the foundation. The 7 1/2-foot rectangular container turned out to be a coffin. A metal plate identified the occupant as "Mr. William Danl. Jenkins. Died 24 March 1798, Aged 31." Researchers determined that Jenkins had actually been an employee of the bank. The 6-foot-7-inch tall bank clerk was an unusually tall man for the 18th century and was of particular interest to the medical community. Several surgeons had offered to pay a reward of 200 guineas for his corpse. To keep Jenkins safe from body snatchers, his friends and colleagues decided the best place to deposit his remains was in the bank and they obtained permission from the bank's directors to bury him on the premises. The rediscovered remains were eventually moved to the
nearby catacombs of Nunhead Cemetery.

Information culled from: The Roots Web Weekly E-zine, 28 January 2004
http://www.rootsweb.com/
Generously suggested by: Brian

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Yes, I'm back... and faithfully so! ... at least until March 31 when I will be vacationing with my girlfriend for five days. I tell you, if I could just quit my job as a corporate slave and work on this exclusively, I'd be a much better newsletter writer!

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Morbid Family Photo Album Du Jour!

Jodie has sent me some photos he stumbled across in the family coffers, and Oh! such fascinating coffers! "I posted up pictures of my Great Grandfather's pathology class with their cadaver." And they are grand pictures, indeed!

Please take a gander for yourself:

http://www.geocities.com/j_osogood/CSR

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Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

Now, here's a fun game inspired by Steve Irwin. See how many babies you can feed to the croc!

http://www.zipperfish.com/free/games/crochunter.html

Thanks to Geoff S. for sending this one my way

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Tragedy Du Jour!

This article by Nick Coleman about the burning death of a homeless man was forwarded to me by Helen. It's an interesting read, and puts into sharp perspective the tragedy of homelessness. IMHO, of course.

http://www.startribune.com/stories/357/4372185.html


March 22, 2004

Today's Pestilent Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Bubonic Plague, aka the Black Death, was usually found in cities where rats were plentiful and the people lived in crowded conditions, all the better to hasten the spread of death. But occasionally, the disease wound its way into less populated areas. One such occurrence was in England in 1665, when a man went to the remote village of Eyam with a bundle of cloth from London. Unfortunately, the cloth was infested with plague-carrying fleas and the villagers began to get sick. At the urging of the local clergyman, the village completely isolated itself in a heroic effort to keep the sickness from spreading. As a result nearly everyone in Eyam died. Ironically, most of the inhabitants would have survived if they had followed their instincts instead, which was to flee at the first sign of the black death.

Information culled from: The Big Sleep
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0517220482/theasylumeclecti

Update 04/07/04
From =xAN=:
"Just wondered if you knew about the novel based on the events in Eyam village, as per [the above] Fact Du Jour? Year of Wonders: A Novel of the Plague by Geraldine Brooks is fictionalised and perhaps not terribly satisfying for gore-seekers but it's a beautiful emotional piece about lives in the strangest of circumstances. Thought I would mention it in case you haven't come across it :-)"

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Ghastly!

Of course, if you keep up on the news, you have heard by now of the death of Sheikh Ahmed Yassin, founder of the Hamas Palestinian Islamic fundamentalist organization, who was killed during an Israeli airstrike, which will undoubtedly lead to retaliations by the Palestinians, and so the cycle of warfare continues unabated.

But... I bet you didn't know that graphic photos of Yassin The Deceased can be found online, did you?

Well, thanks to Gaby, now you do!

(Not for the remotely squeamish... but then it wouldn't be in the "Ghastly!" feature if it was, would it?)

http://www.alburaq.net/forum/thread.cfm?CFB=1&Tid=36516

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Follow-up Du Jour!

Stephen has kindly forwarded me a link to an image of the coffin of William Daniel Jenkins, the star of yesterday's MFDJ, who was buried under the Bank Of England by friends to spare his body from anatomists of the day:

http://www.bankofengland.co.uk/museum/walkthrough/stories2.asp


March 23, 2004

Today's Tyrannical Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In early times, Grecian states were ruled by 'tyrants' - wealthy men who seized power unconstitutionally. [Gee, sound familiar??? - Comtesse] Many centuries later, the Roman writer Valerius Maximus related a number of anecdotes that he had collected concerning the use of torture by these rulers. One victim was 'the virtuous Theodore', who suffered flogging, the rack, and branding with red-hot irons, without divulging the names of his fellow conspirators against the tyrant Hieronymos. Finally, he named Hieronymos's right-hand man, whom the tyrant immediately killed, in a fury, before he realized he had been deceived.

Information culled from: The History of Torture

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Hmmmmmmm... I wonder if that would work with Karl Rove?

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Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

Elizabeth has forwarded one of the funniest Ebay items ever. You gotta love this one!

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=3183459250&category=20898

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Bad Epileptic Joke Du Jour!

Colin offers up this one:

What do you call it when an epileptic falls in your lettuce patch?

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Seizure Salad.

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Ghastly!

Since I know how much you all loved those pics of the Hamas leader's bits and pieces, I thought I'd share another gore-ific set of pictures. Not quite AS gore-ific, but then few pictures are! These are some tabloid photographs from Thailand, courtesy our friend Alf:

http://www.corkscrew-balloon.com/04/02/1bkk/01a.html


March 25, 2004

Today's Deep-Seated Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

On July 3, 1968, a man climbed onto the roof of the lavatory in the children's playground in Central Park, New York, and began firing at random: an eighty-year-old man and a twenty-four-year-old girl were killed before the sniper was shot by the police. He turned out to be a Bulgarian immigrant "with a deep-seated hatred of communism" that seems to have turned into a deep-seated hatred of American society.

Information culled from: The History of Murder

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Okay, am I the only one out there who thinks that you don't really need to have some fancy philosophical reason for wanting to shoot up Central Park? I mean, the last time I was there, after nearly getting run over by several rollerblading youth, it really did seem like the *sensible* thing to do...

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Morbid Link Du Jour!

Princess Darlene forwards a link to a wonderful site which has the best collection of Death Masks I've ever seen. Fascinating stuff!

http://thanatos.net/deathmasks/


March 28, 2004

Today's Obsessive Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A computer game addict in western China collapsed and died at his screen after playing the popular online game Saga non-stop for 20 hours. The 31-year-old began playing the game regularly at an internet cafe in Chengdu, Sichuan province, three months before his death, according to the South China Morning Post. An employee at the cafe said he would play for more than 10 hours a day and was found dead on Saturday morning, March 6, 2004, after a marathon 20-hour session.

Information culled from: The Age
Generously submitted by: Bruce Townley

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Do you think it's a bad sign that I'm sitting here thinking, "What a wuss! ONLY 20 hours and he *died*??? I can understand a sore back, maybe... " Some people just don't have the stamina for the internet.

I had an interesting little morbid experience today. My siblings and I went to a favorite picnicking spot of my Mom's to spread some of her ashes among the wildflowers that she loved. Of course, I was the one doing the spreading, being the only one willing to touch the ashes. As I was spreading some ashes alongside the creek, a wind gust ended up blowing her back into me... and I think I inhaled some of Mom accidentally. I brushed her off my clothes and continued on as if nothing had happened. Actually, it didn't bother me at all... It's my Mom, after all... It was kind of comforting in its own way. (Luckily, I don't think my siblings saw... or they might have been grossed-out. Weirdos...)

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Morbid Word Du Jour!

Miss Jukes sends another great morbid Oxford Word Of The Day our way. Memorize this and impress (or distress) all your friends!

pollinctor
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A person who prepares a dead body for cremation
or embalming. A nice, important-sounding synonym
for Funeral Director. This comes from a Latin
word meaning 'to wash a corpse.'

(From http://www.askoxford.com/)


March 30, 2004

Here's the lastest in what appears to be a disturbing new hobby among Asian men...

Today's Lucky Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A Cambodian man cut off his penis when he said he was visited by four hungry spirits in a dream and he had no chicken or duck to offer them. Thirty-three-year-old Soun Ney told the spirits to go away when they first appeared to ask for food, and waved his penis at them in defiance. "Devils, I don't have any chicken or duck for you," he was quoted as saying by local police chief Phoeung Vat. "If you want to eat anything, you can eat my penis." Soun Ney said the spirits agreed to eat his penis. He was rushed to a hospital near the capital Phnom Penh after he castrated himself with a butcher's knife. "He is lucky to be alive," Phoeung Vat told Reuters. Villagers in the deeply impoverished southeast Asian traditionally offer chicken, duck or cake to the spirits of the dead to ward off bad luck.

Information culled from: Reuters
Generously submitted by: Kimba D'Michi

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It doesn't say whether he was asleep or awake when he cut off the penis... but in either event, I think it might be wise for you sleep-walking guys to start locking up the knives at night. Because you just never know when the hungry spirits will visit you!

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I'm sorry to say that I'm going away for a few days to spend time along the misty, rocky shore and within the mesmerizing arms of the redwood forest with my very special someone. I shall be back on Monday to torment you all. I know it's disappointing, but please, lock up the razor blades! I shall return.

But before I leave, here's something to cheer you up...

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Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

It's rare that a flash short can make the usually dour Comtesse chuckle, but this one did just that. Thanks to Sherry for sending the link my way.

http://www.angryalien.com/0204/exorcistbunnies.html

 



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