June, 2007

June 1, 2007

Today's Ghastly and Pale Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

By the beginning of 1610, the settlers at Jamestown, Virginia were in the midst of a devastating famine. They were dining on "dogs, cats, rats, and mice," according to Jamestown president George Percy, as well as the starch for their Elizabethan ruffs, which could be cooked into a kind of porridge. With famine "ghastly and pale in every face," some colonists stirred themselves to "dig up dead corpse[s] out of graves and to eat them." One man murdered his pregnant wife and "salted her for his food." By that spring only 60 out of nearly 200 people had survived what was called "the starving time."

Culled from: National Geographic, May 2007


Salting your wife? Now, THAT's what I call hungry!

Bloodnight begs to differ! "OK--I have to take umbridge here. In 1610 there were still no women in Jamestown! There were no cats either, and they brought no dogs with them at all (there were 2 dogs on the Mayflower). The ground was too frozen to bury anyone, so many burials were "out to sea." I can stand to be wrong here--the National Geographic is a hard source with which to argue--but this info doesn't square with what I have read."


Morbid Link Du Jour!

Steve O' forwarded me a most fascinating edition of MyDeathSpace - complete with a ghastly post-mortem tale. It's things like this that make MyDeathSpace such a valuable resource in our world!



Morbid Zoology!

Danny forwards a fascinating link which proves, yet again, that myth is always grounded in reality. This time: the Jackalope!


Which reminds me - a similar condition has befallen a man in remote Russia...

Malady Du Jour!

I can't very well use this poor man's condition as a Malady of the Month since they aren't even sure exactly what he's afflicted with, but the pictures will show that it's very very unpleasant indeed!


Thanks to Stephanie for the link.

June 2, 2007

Today's Partially Mummified Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A woman cleaning out her deceased parents' storage unit discovered a partially mummified baby - possibly born in the 1950s - inside a suitcase, police said. The baby was wrapped in 1950s-era newspapers and placed inside the suitcase, which in turn had been packed into a larger suitcase and stored inside the unit at Security Self Storage, 189 Linton Blvd., police said.he medical examiner's office declared the remains human and took them from the scene for an autopsy. A couple had rented the storage unit since 1996, but the man died several years ago and the woman in the past year, said officer Jeff Messer, Delray Beach police spokesman. The couple's family recently received a bill for money owed on the unit, so an adult daughter and her husband came to clean it out Monday. Among the furniture, a bicycle and other possessions scattered about the room, the daughter and her husband spotted a large suitcase. They opened it to find a second, smaller suitcase, with newspapers inside. They unwrapped them and made the grisly discovery shortly before 6 p.m., when police were notified. Investigators believe it's a "very safe bet" that the baby was born as early as the 1950s, Messer said. Police did not release the names of the man and woman who found the baby, or of the couple who rented the unit before their deaths. Police and the medical examiner's office are investigating.

Culled from: The Palm Beach Post
Generously submitted by: David


Some people have all the luck!! After my father dies, if I don't find a mummified baby somewhere in the house, I'm gonna be PISSED!!!


Sinisterior Decorating!

Okay, now, I love coffins as much as the next morbidly-inclined individual, but even I think that the coffin home is a bit tedious. Still, there is much to be desired from these lovely photographs.


Thanks to Rhonds for the link.


Morbid Photography!

We morbids love our infrared photography, don't we? Here are some nice shots by Chuck van Zyl for your perusal:


Thanks to Joe for the link.

June 3, 2007

Today's Disarmingly Life-like Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

When Sarah Hare died in 1744, her father decided that she would be commemorated in wax. In Stow Bardolph Church, Norfolk, Mistress Hare, disarmingly life-like, stares sternly out of her mahogany case, dressed in her Sunday best. The day of the week is not unimportant, since it was believed that she died as a result of devine retribution, pricking her thumb while sewing on a Sunday - her waxen effigy testament of God's commandment to rest on the seventh day.

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


I tried to find an image of the waxen likeness but I couldn't find one. If anyone can track one down, let me know!


Morbid Dream House!

Now, here's a dream house that's REALLY worth dreaming about!


Thanks to Kelli for the link.


Morbid Sightseeing!

The next time you find yourself in Sapanta, Romania, why not visit the Merry Cemetery? You'll be kicking yourself if you don't!


Thanks to Ms Jukes for the link.

June 4, 2007

Today's Noxious Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Within three days of death, the enzymes that once digested your dinner begin to eat you. Ruptured cells become food for living bacteria in the gut, which release enough noxious gas to bloat the body and force the eyes to bulge outward.

Culled from: Discover.Com
Generously submitted by: Amos Quito and Barry


Update Du Jour!

Yesterday's morbid fact was about Sarah Hare, whose father commemorated her untimely death in 1744 with a life-like wax figure. I had asked if anyone could track down an image of the wax figure and several of you came through for me. Thank you!


Er... after seeing the effigy, I'm thinking the father was being quite cruel by making it so "life-like"...


Morbid Link Du Jour!

Here's a brief interview with one of the workers who cleaned the 9/11 debris, which proves, once again, that they really should leave that kind of work to people who are better suited for it - like US!


Thanks To Steve O' for the link.



I've featured footage of the R. Budd Dwyer suicide before, but this is an interesting extended video that shows a second camera angle.


For the full story of Dwyer's suicide, see Wikipedia:


Morgana shares: "That video brings back memories when I was a cleaning at a local hospital here. I was working emergency (my fave) and an old man in a wheelchair shot himself in the head like that. Bullet knock his one eye out of its socket and it was hanging out. Bullet went out the top of his head like this guy and was stuck in the ceiling. Blood just poured out of the guy. Being the cleaner, and nurse and I were wiping all the blood up with mops as quickly as we could. The waiting room was full.... a lot of young people were there that day totally freaked. I can remember thinking...has to be a gallon and a half of blood on the floor. I was observing how the blood changed in different areas on the floor. The staff grabbed the wheelchair handles at the back of the chair and run him through the doors that blocked the exaim rooms from the waiting area. I was rolling behind with a mop. Blood dripped off the wheels as they turned and it looked like a sledge trail in red. It was quite the clean up.

"Turned out the man had been a previous cancer patient. And his cancer had returned and he was familiar with the staff and didn't wish treatment again. He was a local jeweler in his 70's. I guess he didn't want to make a mess or disturb his family and came to the ER. The hospital insisted we go for a group sesison with the EAP people. I told them I was fine and didn't need to go.....but ended up there to please them. Was inteeresting listening to everyone's take on it. I really was fine. Not devoid of empathy but I just viewed it so differently then most. WE here can related....lol And I learned how I can handle an emergency quite efficiently and calmly."

June 5, 2007

Today's Traditional Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Many of today's military funeral traditions were born of expediency during the Civil War. For example, the tradition of draping flags over coffins began when, due to a shortage of caskets, flags were draped over bodies.

Culled from: National Geographic, June 2007


I must sadly inform you that Morbid Fact Du Jour will be on hiatus for a few days - until Sunday, June 9th, to be precise - while the Comtesse is journeying to The Promised Land (aka Minnesota) to visit with some DeSpairing relatives. Please stay morbid in my absence...


Morbid Merchandise!

In my never-ending effort to try to raise enough funds to pay for the upkeep of The Asylum Eclectica, I have made some additional merchandise. I have a new high quality shirt design coming out in a few days, and as a preview, I have the design available on a number of Cafe Press items as well. (I refuse to sell Cafe Press shirts since they are just glorified iron-ons, so I have to wait for my fine, silk-screened shirts to be completed.) Please take a look at "The Asylum Eclectica: Open 24 Hours and Always Serving Up Something Horrific" and let me know what you think:


I've added a couple of other designs as well - a nice old-fashioned Ye Asylum Eclectica "Stay Morbid" design:


And a design for the taphophile in your midst:


I hope you enjoy them, and I'll let you know when the shirts are available.


Morbid Link Du Jour!

Those wacky Japanese come up with the greatest ideas! Eating out of a mock-human carcass is just one of them:


Thanks to HARD5IN69 for the link.


Urban Exploration!

The Pennhurst Information Page contains documents and photographs of the abandoned Pennhurst State School and Hospital, an institution for the mentally disabled, which was found guilty of patient neglect during a 1977 class-action lawsuit. Very interesting.


Thanks to Y for the link.

June 10, 2007

Today's Mummified Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Police called to a Long Island man's house discovered the mummified remains of the resident, dead for more than a year, sitting in front of a blaring television set. The 70-year-old Hampton Bays, New York, resident, identified as Vincenzo Ricardo, appeared to have died of natural causes. His body was discovered Thursday, February 15, 2007, when they were called to the house over a burst water pipe. "You could see his face. He still had hair on his head," Newsday quoted morgue assistant Jeff Bacchus as saying. The home's low humidity had preserved the body. Officials could not explain why the electricity had not been turned off, considering Ricardo had not been heard from since December 2005.

Culled from: Reuters
Generously submitted by: Léan


As Léan says, "I miss just one month of paying the electric bill and I get a disconnect notice. How does someone not pay for 2 years and still have electricity?" One of the great mysteries of life.


Morbid Link Du Jour!

Here's a link to one of my favorite websites when I took my first excursions onto the internet back in 1995 - The Church of Euthanasia! Go, go, go!


Thanks to Sahara for the link.


Epitaph Du Jour!

This one is contributed by Michael:

On the gravestone of John Higgs, d. 1825, St. Mary's Church, Cheltenham, England:

Here lies John Biggs
A famous man for killing pigs
For killing pigs was his delight
Both morning, afternoon, and night.
Both heats and colds he did endure
which no physician could ever cure
His knife is laid, his work is done
I hope to Heaven his soul is gone.

June 12, 2007

Today's Merry Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

More often than not, to become sick in a concentration camp meant to be doomed. SS doctors or corpsmen would frequently contribute to that fate by means of lethal injections. At Buchenwald, for instance, an SS doctor "finished off a whole row of prisoners with injections of sodium evipan" and then "strolled from the operating room, a cigarette in his hand, merrily whistling 'The End of a Perfect Day'."

Culled from: The Nazi Doctors


Those Nazis certainly had evil down to a fine art, didn't they?


Morbid Link Du Jour!

This site is a perfect example of why the internet is so essential! If only I'd had this information when I was a suicidal teenager, I wouldn't be here to torment you today!


Thanks to Sahara for the link.


Morbid Sightseeing!

Amy recommends a nocturnal visit to the Chickamauga Battlefield in Georgia, Tennessee:

"I've been to this place after dark and I can't explain the rush I get when I go there. I feel like someone is watching me and a feeling of great despair comes over me. I absolutely love it! [Ah, my people! - DeSpair] Here's a story I found on it!"


June 13, 2007

Today's Deep-Seeded Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In 1989, police began investigating North Carolinian Blanche Moore after her second husband, Rev. Dwight Moore, became ill with suspicious symptoms. A doctor ordered toxic testing and determined his illness was from arsenic poisoning. He somehow survived the ingestion of large amount of poison over a week’s time. The police became suspicious of Moore, and asked that the bodies of Moore's former boyfriend, Raymond Reid, and James N. Taylor, her first husband, who died 1973, be exhumed. It was determined that both men died of arsenic poisoning. Moore's father, P.D. Kiser, also died of symptoms similar to those that occur with arsenic poisoning.

Moore was convicted for the murder of her boyfriend, Raymond Reid and received the death penalty. Speculators say Moore killed the men in her life because of a deep seeded hate of her alcoholic father that forced her into prostitution to help pay the family bills.

Culled from: About.Com
Generously submitted by: LunarLight666


Seems like a perfectly reasonable excuse to me! Too bad she didn't commit the crime in 1920's Chicago. She would have gotten away with it for sure!


Wretched Recommendations!

Cathy has a couple of fiction recommendations for us:

Red as Blood
by Tanith Lee

"This is a collection of short stories. These are not your Disney friendly favorites! All the usual heroines are now homicidal and sociopathic bad girls. Snow White is a vampire. Red Riding Hood is becoming a Werewolf, thanks to gran'ma. The Pied Piper doesn't just take the children. He curses them with sterility. Cinderella is the daughter of a witch, her stepmother and stepsisters turn out to be lovely people you just want to kill. Rapunsel lets down her hair and pulls up a demon from Hell. You get the idea."

White as Snow
by Tanith Lee

"Explains the earlier adventures of Snow White and her witch mother.
Snow's mother is raped by her father at 14 and made pregnant. Being the
noble sort of guy, he decides that since she's of royal blood she ought to make a good breeder.. er um.. Wife. The rape has knocked a few screws loose in Snow's mom's head. Her treasured black mirror that everyone seems to fear, eventually ends up in Snow's possession. Snow's mom has a beautiful dream of meeting her dead lover in the Summer Lands after being executed. Oh, and Snow is having a hot and torrid affair
with one of the dwarfs... SCANDALOUS!!"


Morbid Sightseeing!

Celeste has an interesting morbid sightseeing recommendation:

"Morbid destination recommendation: Salton Sea, CA. It smells like an asshole and looks like a nuclear wasteland. I read something about high levels of 'sediment' in the air which can be harmful to one's health if inhaled. Many of the abandoned buildings are being demolished but the sight is still very eerie and the water is a rust color. Below is a ink to one site with pics and info."


June 15, 2007

Today's Pickled Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A German woman chopped off her dead husband's penis - to pickle it as a souvenir of their marriage. Uta Schneider, 65, used a butcher's knife to hack off Heinrich's manhood in a Stuttgart hospital. She wrapped it in foil and put it in a lunchbox to take home but was spotted by a nurse and arrested. Uta, who was wed to Heinrich, 68, for 35 years, is accused of mutilation. She reportedly told police: "It was his best asset and gave me so much pleasure. I wanted to pickle it for eternity - he would have wanted it. We called it his joystick. I wanted it to remember him by."

Culled from: Ananova
Generously submitted by: David


Isn't that the sweetest story ever? And to think that she is getting in trouble for such a thing. What a crazy world we live in...

I've been receiving numerous complaints from MFDJ subscribers who have not been receiving e-mails since I switched over to the Google Groups method of distribution, so I'm afraid that I'm going to have to try to find another, more reliable, method of distribution. As always, your suggestions are welcome... those few of you who are actually receiving this e-mail, that is!


Morbid Link Du Jour!

ChaseMice2003 sends a creepy link to an audio file of an actual "Death Rattle". The website, which is Northern Arizona University Professor David Arnall's Cardiopulmonary Therapeutics course material, describes a "Death Rattle" as follows:

"The Death Rattle is an ominous sound that generally describes a patient with lungs that are filling up with fluid. The death rattle is produced by passing air through secretions. It can generally be heard eminating from a patient without the use of a stethoscope. It often can be heard from the hall as you pass the patient's room."

The creepy rattle is here:


Some of the other files are pretty creepy too:


Gina writes: "The Death Rattle pre-death has got nothing on the one you hear after someone's dead. I was a funeral director, and it was always very unnerving to be moving someone around, and suddenly hear them make a vocalization. The one woman's who's post mortem deathrattle I remember most was one of the first bodies I ever had to deal with alone. The death rattle itself didn't bother me so much, but when I rolled her body over to remove the bag from underneath her, she purged out of her mouth, all over my shoes and made the most awful sound while doing it. I spent twenty minutes heaving over the slop sink before I could clean up. To this day, I'm glad I didn't listen to my mom and wear nice heels with an open toe to work. I stuck to nice basic black sneakerlike shoes. If that lady had actually puked on my flesh..."


Morbid Sightseeing!

Andrew has a morbid sightseeing recommendation for Philadelphia:

"Philadelphia has a civil war museum. It's in an ordinary house and has about 3 or 4 floors loaded with things from the civil war. I was there about 5 years ago. You could easily open file cabinets and find packets of letters that were donated to the museum from family membes of war participants. There are tons of sheet music, cookbooks, helpful hints on how to help out in the war, you can't believe how much was devoted to this conflict on the local, practical level for that 4 year period. There are lots of good civil war cemetary graves too located in the region."

Civil War & Underground Railroad Museum of Philadelphia

June 16, 2007

Today's Macabre Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Workers preparing a Mundelein, Ill., golf course for the upcoming season found a human skull and other bones near the 14th tee. "It was laying there right in the middle of the fairway," John Galford, chief of the Lake County Forest Preserve Police told the Chicago Tribune. Police did not see any indications of foul play, such as skull fractures, Galford told the Waukegan (Ill.) News-Sun. County Coroner Dr. Richard Keller said the age, sex and race of the bones were not immediately known, but he said the bones did appear to be modern and not ancient bones that had been dug up, the News-Sun reported. Investigators said clues at the scene may help solve the mystery. Two false teeth bore a star pattern, a front tooth had a golden "R" on it, Galford told the Tribune. The macabre find was at the Prairie Course, one of Countryside Golf Club's two courses, the News-Sun reported.

Culled from: Source unspecified
Generously submitted by: Susan


Awwww, man! A skull with a golden R on the front tooth? That would make a brilliant conversation piece on my bookshelf. Damn, I guess I need to take up golfing!


Wretched Recommendations!

Dan has a couple of book recommendations related to Traverse City Hospital in Traverse City, Michigan:

"I see on your myspace homepage you have Heidi Johnson's ghostly photo of a wing of the old Building 50 from the Traverse City (Michigan) State Hospital. Her book 'Angels in the Architecture' would make a wonderful addition to your library, if you don't already own it."

(In fact, I do own it, and it's one of my favorite books. Highly recommended for fans of ghostly black and white photography.)

Angels in the Architecture
by Heidi Johnson

"Another book you might wish to own is Chris Miller's 'Images of America: Traverse City State Hospital'. The stories contained in both books leave one with an enhanced melancholia, and the vintage and modern photography is superb."

Images of America: Traverse City State Hospital
by Chris Miller


Morbid Art Du Jour!

This is an oldie, but it's a classic work of art nonetheless. I still don't understand how they do it.


Thanks to Thomas for the link.

June 17, 2007

Today's Rehearsed Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Charles V (1500-1558), Holy Roman Emperor, rehearsed his funeral many times before participating in the real thing. He ordered that his tomb be erected in a monastery chapel and had his servants march in procession, each with a black taper in his hand. Charles followed behind dressed in a shroud. As the service began and the hymns struck up, the emperor would lie in the coffin, joining in the prayers offered up for his immortal soul. The priests would sprinkle holy water over him as he wept with emotion. The ceremony over, the congregation would silently file out and shut the doors behind them. A little while later Charles would rise from his coffin and make for his bed.

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


What a splendid idea - rehearsing your own funeral! If only the rest of us could afford such extravagances!


Morbid Musical!

~TJ~ writes to let us know about a morbid musical:

"I'm in a production of 'Aida' by Elton John and Tim Rice at the moment, and I've discovered through the rehearsal process that it's far more morbid than I previously though. It's no Sweeney Todd, but it kills more people.

"Based on Verdi's opera of the same name. An Egyptian Captain, betrothed to the daughter of the Pharaoh, falls in love with a Nubian slave. Meanwhile, the Captain's father has been plotting against the Pharaoh, in order that his son may assume the throne after wedding the Pharaoh's daughter. While this is not an expressly morbid musical by nature, it boasts an impressive body count of AT LEAST five, including the Pharaoh dying of Arsenic poisoning, and the stars of the show being buried alive. And these are just the deaths we know about. There are deaths that can be presumed from certain events, and the fact that the action takes place during a war leave the true body count ambiguous."


Morbid Sightseeing!

Now, here's a fun cemetery to visit the next time you find yourself with time on your hands in Sapanta, Romania: The Merry Cemetery! It gets its name from the many colorful paintings that adorn the tombstones, which depict the lives of the deceased. Hmmmm... I suppose mine would show a hideously deformed and thickly veiled woman sitting at a desk, laying in bed, and sitting in the corner of a dark room staring at a broken lightbulb. Fascinating!


Thanks to Ms. Jukes for the suggestion.

June 18, 2007

Today's Probing Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

When convicted murderer Stephen Peter Morin was executed by lethal injection in Texas on March 13, 1985, his history of drug abuse came back to haunt him. The execution technicians were forced to probe both of Morin's arms and one of his legs with needles for nearly 45 minutes before they found a suitable vein.

Culled from: Death Penalty Information Center
Generously submitted by: Candle


That's nothing - a few years ago when I had surgery it took several nurses, a phlebotomist and an anesthesiologist at least that long to get an IV started in my well-hidden veins. And I've never even had the benefit of drugs to explain my problem!!! Some people have all the luck...

A few days ago I mentioned that some people have complained about not receiving the newsletter since I moved to Google Groups. Several of you wrote to say that you were also having problems but you unsubbed and resubbed and that seemed to fix the issue. I've tried that with several e-mail addresses that were having problems and it seems to have worked, so at this point I'm going to stay with Google Groups. Thanks for the advice!


Morbid Sightseeing!

My goodness - they certainly know how to do museums RIGHT in Rwanda!! Instead of laying out a thousand pairs of shoes or hairbrushes to represent the deceased as our Holocaust Museums might do, in Rwanda, they lay out the actual BODIES!

"I step into the first room. The smell of decay hits me first. The dead are laid out on slatted wooden tables. The partially decomposed bodies have been preserved with lime. It gives them a chalky look. They are shrunken and brittle.

"At first I don't see individual bodies, just shapes. Then my eyes begin to focus. It's not the skeletal remains that are shocking. It's the stories that are written on those remains. You can see where machetes have sliced off limbs, where clubs have smashed skulls. You can see faces screaming in pain, upper bodies twisted in flight, hands contorted in anguish. Some torsos still have shirts on. Some hands still sport wedding bands. Some of the dead are children.

"Suddenly I realize the others are waiting for me. This room is just one of dozens. We move on. The next room is similar. And the next."

Talk about a Morbid Must-See! The complete story can be found here:


Audio: http://www.theworld.org/wma.php?id=0213076

But... it is a bit dangerous: the memorial was hit with a grenade recently:


Thanks to Laura for the link.



Paul sent me some truly ghastly motorcycle crash photos in which the victim has been ripped, quite literally, in two. It looks like the photos were taken in Europe but apart from that, I can't really say anything about their validity. They seem real enough to me, though. Can anyone help us fill in the details?


June 19, 2007

Today's Yellow Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In 1793 British troops invaded the French colony of Saint Domingue (now Haiti) to quell a slave rebellion. Initially victorious against the rebels, they soon met an invisible and deadly enemy - yellow fever. By June 1794, British soldiers were suddenly succumbing to symptoms of headache, dizziness, burning fever, and vomiting of blood. As the disease attacked the liver, bile turned the skin and eyeballs a ghastly yellow hue that gives the fever its name. Within a week, a general hemorrhage often left the victim dead.

The British gave up their war by October 1798, after some 12,700 soldiers died, mostly from yellow fever. Then, in 1802, Napoleon decided to reconquer the colony, and the whole process repeated itself. By the time the French gave up in late 1803, 24,000 soldiers in the 33,000 man French army in Saint Domingue had died, and 7,000 more men who had been sent home as invalids were likely to die.

Culled from: The Pessimist's Guide To History


How refreshing to learn that it wasn't just the Europeans bringing their ghastly diseases (such as smallpox) to "the New World". All's fair, I suppose...


Morbid Comics!

Sandy sends a link to a collection of somewhat morbid online comics:

"I didn't have time to read them all, only a few pages of 'The Clarence Principle', but they look morbid and disturbing enough for your readers to want to check out."



Urban Exploration!

"Hours Of Darkness" is an collection of absolutely beautiful photographs of graveyards and abandoned buildings, primarily in the New York area. Scores extra points for quite possibly naming itself after the Felt song "Hours Of Darkness Have Changed My Mind". At least, I hope so!


Thanks to Virginia for the link.

June 20, 2007

Today's Entangled Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A Florida diver shot a large grouper with a spear gun then apparently drowned when the fish sped into a hole, entangling the man in the line attached to the spear. The 42-year-old man, whose name was withheld, was free-diving in about 25 feet of water off the lower Florida Keys Saturday, September 9th and speared a Goliath Grouper, Monroe County Sheriff's Detective Mark Coleman said. "It looks like the fish wrapped the line attached to the spear around the victim's wrist. The fish then went into a hole in a coral rock, effectively pinning the man to the bottom of the ocean," Coleman said in a news release. Police divers found the speared fish tightly wedged into the hole, with the man's body still tangled in the line, a sheriff's spokeswoman said. Goliath Grouper are the largest members of the sea bass family and can weigh hundreds of pounds.

Culled from: Reuters
Generously donated by: Bruce T.


But, is the Grouper okay???? That's the important question!

Audra replies: "In reply to your comment at the end of this fact regarding the spear fishing incident...When they found the man's body the following day, the grouper was at the end of the line dead: shot through the gills. Incidentally, it is illegal to spear fish for goliath grouper. If the man had lived, he would have been arrested and fined and/or prosecuted."


Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Cotton Monster sells, er, hand-crafted cotton monsters made from recycled clothes and linens. Unfortunately, it looks like they are all sold-out currently, but it's definitely worth keeping an eye on.


Thanks to Teresa for the link.


"My Brush With Morbidity" by Jeff

"It was 1987. I was 17 years old, and living in suburban Cerritos, CA. At around 9 o'clock at night, my friends, Tom, Chris, and I caught news of a dead body just around the corner from where we were. Word had it that not only was there the exanimate remains of a guy lying on the ground there, but that he had been murdered, shot through the head with a small-caliber gun. Apparently, the shooter had come home to find his insignificant other engaged in an intimate act with the soon-to-be-dead guy.

"We had already been riding a wave of morbidity since the year before when Aeromexico Flight 498 had fallen from the sky onto some unfortunate tract homes nearby, spreading charred corpses and flaming debris several blocks in all directions. So, as young men, who have a seasoned, unwholesome fascination with death, tend to do, we headed down to the crime scene. We rounded the corner to where we were told the body was, and, sure enough, we saw police cars and yellow tape cordoning off a small area. And there, in the gutter, face-down in puddle of his own blood and grey matter, was the body. He was a young man, probably mid-twenties. The small bullet hole at the back of his head, and his partially-clad appearance seemed to confirm what we had been told about the circumstances surrounding his murder. This man was shot while running away, frantically trying to dress himself.

"We sat there on the curb across the street from the crime scene for a while and stared at the man's lifeless form as a half-dozen or so police officers milled about. I remember cracking insensitive jokes at the expense of the deceased, almost certainly to cover up my own uneasiness at the prospect of death and dread at the thought of my own mortality.

"By the next day, normalcy had returned to suburbia. The body had been removed, the yellow tape and the police cruisers had disappeared. There was no human-shaped chalk mark on the ground like you see on TV, and most of the blood had been cleaned up. Some one just casually passing by might never know that a man had his life so violently snuffed out on that spot just a day before. There were, however, some dried, reddish-brown flakes on the side of the curb. Later that day, for reasons still unknown to me, my friend Tom took a knife blade and scraped some of the dried cranial contents into small vial and kept it. He had that kind of personality, I guess. But that's a different story."

June 21, 2007

Today's Selective Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

"Selections" was the name given to the process of determining which concentration camp arrivals would be sent to the gas chamber immediately and which would be retained as workers or subjects for medical experiments. Some of the detainees arriving at the camps tried to protect other family members, often with tragic consequences. A woman who arrived at the age of 17 told how she was placed in a group with her little sister, four years younger than she. Seeing that the child was confused, "I practically pushed her" towards the line with their mother and grandmother, telling the SS people, "Her mother is over there." Unknown to her, that line was going to the gas chamber: "This is what I have to live with."

A similarly painful story was told by Dr. Abraham C., a radiologist, who arrived with his wife on a cold night and gave her his parka to wear and his scarf to put over her head. Because, he recalled, "she looked like a little old lady," she was ordered to the line that went to the gas chamber. "So in a way it was because of the precautions I took for her that she was put on the wrong side because otherwise - she was young, active, and should have been among the thirty or forty young women who went to the camp alive."

Culled from: The Nazi Doctors


And to think I'm tormented by the guilt of having once lied to my late mother. I can't imagine this...


Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Teresa sends the following great gift idea:

"Check out fetopia.net for all your Cletus the Fetus and feto needs..."




Here's a collection of photos showing the grisly result of a head-on collision between a car and a transport truck. The photos have been sent around with the headline "Cancel My Smart Car Order" - but the car involved is obviously a Volkswagen Crossfox, and not a Smart Car. Some people...


Thanks to ~JR~ for the images.

June 22, 2007

Today's Reattached Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A Taiwanese zoo worker had his forearm reattached Thursday, April 12, 2007 after his colleagues recovered the severed limb from the mouth of a 440-pound Nile crocodile. The crocodile severed Chang Po-yu's forearm on Wednesday at the Shaoshan Zoo in the southern city of Kaohsiung when the veterinarian tried to retrieve a tranquilizer dart from the reptile's hide. Chang failed to notice the crocodile was not fully anesthetized when he stuck his arm through an iron rail to medicate it. As Chang was rushed to the hospital on Wednesday, a zoo worker shot two bullets at the crocodile's neck to retrieve the forearm, said Chen Po-tsun, a zoo official. "The crocodile was unharmed as we didn't find any bullet holes on its hide," Chen said. "It probably was shocked and opened its mouth to let go of the limb." The 17-year-old reptile is one of a pair of Nile crocodiles kept by the Kaohsiung zoo. The crocodile is listed as an endangered species, and is rapidly disappearing from its native African habitat. Chen said the zoo purchased the crocodile from a local resident who had kept it as a pet.

Culled from: Associated Press
Generously submitted by: DragonBiche


And here are some photos of the aftermath, including the victim in the hospital after the arm was reattached. Disclaimer: I hate linking to FoxNews, but they had the largest and most graphic collection of pictures. Please don't linger on the site as it can result in severe brain damage.



Morbid Lyric Du Jour!

Kevin Gibson writes to tell me about a particularly morbid song by his band The Uncommon Houseflies:

"Reading the morbid song lyric in the most recent Morbid Fact Du Jour inspired me to send to you a morbid song I myself wrote. It's about a guy missing his girlfriend ... and trying to cope with the reality he has, in fact, murdered her. It's written like a basic, shallow heartbreak song and only as the narrative unfolds do we find out what has happened. My band is called the Uncommon Houseflies."

Too Bad

by Kevin Gibson

I wake up in the early morning
Your face on my mind
The birds outside are singing
The whole world’s feeling fine

I shower absent-mindedly
The soap gets in my eye
But I’m wishing for you only
So both eyes start to cry

I love you
I want you
I need you in my bed
My poor heart still seeks you
And it’s too bad you’re dead

I pick up my brief case
Walk out into the sun
But my heart stays behind
For it the day is done

It wants to stay close to you
It needs a little more
It knows I hid your body
Beneath the kitchen floor

I love you
I want you
I see you in my head
My poor heart still grieves you
And it’s too bad you’re dead

No one knows the pain I’m feeling
They can’t see my mind is reeling
Try to wash the blood off my hands
But until then
It’s too bad you’re dead …

My nights go so slowly
Your smell is in my clothes
I lie here all night long now
While you just decompose

Well, I wonder how much longer
I can live inside this hell
How many more times will
My friends say ‘What’s that smell?’

I love you
I want you
I need you in my bed
My poor heart still seeks you
And it’s too bad you’re dead

It’s too bad you’re dead ... (You’re dead)
It’s too bad you’re dead ... (You’re dead)
It’s too bad you’re dead ... (You’re dead)

The song is on The Uncommon Houseflies' My Space page if you'd like to have a listen:



Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Here's the perfect gift for your divorced or soon-to-be divorced friend: a wedding ring coffin!


Thanks to susaaz for the link.

June 23, 2007

Today's Painful Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

The first stage of torture during the Spanish Inquisition was generally "squassation": suspended face-downward from a rope tied to the arms behind the back, the victim was at intervals suddenly let down with a jerk, so that gradually all joints were dislocated. Following this:

"If this torture was not sufficient to overcome him, that of water was resorted to. He was obliged to swallow a great quantity, and then laid in a wooden trough, provided with a lid that might be pressed down as tight as the operators pleased. Across the trough was a bar, on which the sufferer's back rested, and by which the spine was broken.

"The torture by fire was equally painful. A very brisk fire was made; and, the prisoner being extended on the ground, the soles of his feet were rubbed with lard or some other combustible matter, and placed close to the fire, till the agony extorted from him such a confession as his tormentors required."

Culled from: The History of Torture


Good thing for those tormentors that God was on their side, eh?


Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Here's a lovely keychain to sport on your next visit to your ultra-conservative Christian aunt's house:


Thanks to Karen for the link.


Inside The Morbid Kitchen!

Of course, there's nothing as morbid as a live human baby, but an amazingly realistic cake comes close. If only it really bled when you sliced it...


Thanks to kustard for the link.

June 24, 2007

Today's Ugly, Dwarfish Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

On October 16, 1946, Nazi war criminal Julius Streicher was executed at Nuremburg gaol. He made his melodramatic appearance at 2:12 a.m. - the 7th of 11 men hung that day. While his manacles were being removed and his bare hands bound, this ugly, dwarfish little man, wearing a threadbare suit and a well-worn bluish shirt buttoned to the neck but without a tie (he was notorious during his days of power for his flashy dress), glanced at the three wooden scaffolds rising menacingly in front of him. Then he glanced around the room, his eyes resting momentarily upon the small group of witnesses. By this time, his hands were tied securely behind his back. Two guards, one on each arm, directed him to Number One gallows on the left of the entrance. He walked steadily the six feet to the first wooden step but his face was twitching.

As the guards stopped him at the bottom of the steps for identification formality he uttered his piercing scream: 'Heil Hitler!' As its echo died away an American colonel standing by the steps said sharply, 'Ask the man his name.' In response to the interpreter's query Streicher shouted, 'You know my name well.' The interpreter repeated his request and the condemned man yelled, 'Julius Streicher.'

As he reached the platform, Streicher cried out, 'Now it goes to God.' He was pushed the last two steps to the mortal spot beneath the hangman's rope. The rope was being held back against a wooden rail by the hangman. Streicher was swung suddenly to face the witnesses and glared at them. Suddenly he screamed, 'Purim Fest 1946.' [Purim is a Jewish holiday celebrated in the spring, commemorating the execution of Haman, ancient persecutor of the Jews described in the Old Testament.]

The American officer standing at the scaffold said, 'Ask the man if he has any last words.' When the interpreter had translated, Streicher shouted, 'The Bolsheviks will hang you one day.' When the black hood was raised over his head, Streicher's muffled voice could be heard to say, 'Adele, my dear wife.' At that instant the trap opened with a loud bang. He went down kicking. When the rope snapped taut with the body swinging wildly, groans could be heard from within the concealed interior of the scaffold. Finally, the hangman, who had descended from the gallows platform, lifted the black canvas curtain and went inside. Something happened that put a stop to the groans and brought the rope to a standstill. After it was over I was not in the mood to ask what he did, but I assume that he grabbed the swinging body of and pulled down on it. We were all of the opinion that Streicher had strangled.

Culled from: The Execution of Nazi War Criminals
Generously submitted by: Eric


I just saw the movie "For Your Consideration," so I know about Purim. Funny that I have never heard this word before in my life, but I've seen it twice in the last week!


Update Du Jour!

The June 16th MFDJ discussed the discovery of a human skull on a golf course in Illinois that had false teeth that bore stars and the letter R. Mark was able to locate a photo of the teeth in all their wacky glory:


"My Brush With Morbidity" by Larisa

"As a nursing student at my college, I was required to take, among other fun things, ANATOMY. Unlike most of my classmates, I absolutely loved the class and everything about it -- first the tissue slides, then the big piles of bones and finally, after three anxious weeks, the cadavers.

"We had three cadavers in our class: a very very tiny old lady (dissected by my class), a very large and muscular old man (dissected by the other class) and a very large woman that I felt extremely sorry for -- by the time I got to her it was her third semester acting as the fully dissected cadaver for the two Anatomy courses and she resembled a large turkey if a pack of dogs had strewn it across the Thanksgiving table. Even though she had been very fat and thus hard to work on, she was an excellent cadaver -- after a year of sitting on a gurney (not a ventilated table) in the cold room she was no more gross or smelly than the other two.

"Of the other two cadavers, I was disappointed to be stuck with the small woman. She had very small muscles and because of her small mass in comparison to the amount of preserving fluid they used on her, she was very wet inside. I usually had to wear goggles while working on her because I would stand over her on a stool and the fumes would waft up right into my eyes. She also had an ENORMOUS liver (she was an alcoholic according to her death certificate) and a neon green gallbladder. The man was my favorite cadaver -- he was very big and defined so it was easy to learn all of the muscles on him. Unfortunatly, he had the opposite problem of the small woman -- because of his large mass the standard amount of preserving fluid they used on him was not adequate. Towards the end of the semester it became very difficult to work on the inside of his body because of the smell and he began to get patches of mold. I heard that after I finished the class they retired Turkey Lady and retained him as the fully dissected cadaver -- except nobody the following semester would ever use him because he became pretty foul. It's sad.

"Anyways, I loved the cadavers and took every opportunity to work with them. I enjoyed peeling back the flaps of skin to expose the muscle and digging around for hidden organs -- and everyone else in my class enjoyed the fact that I would do most of the dirty work for them!

"The highlight of my semester came when it was announced that we would be removing the brain from our cadaver. When my teacher asked who wanted to do it my hand shot up....and it was the only one, hahah. I waited while another group of student removed the skin from her head and used a bone saw to open up the skull.

"When it was time, I went in to the cold room, along with a classmate who, for reasons I don't recall, was not wearing any sort of scrub top. He helped hold down her head for me while I worked. First I used a crowbar to wrench the brain and dura mater away from the inside of the skull -- for the record, it sounds just like glass breaking! After that, I stuck my hands inside her skull, wrapped them around her brain and started to try to wiggle it out. I spent about five minutes trying to work my hands further into her skull -- I had to make a pathway down to cut the spinal cord in order to pull it out. Unfortunately, the person who cut off the top of the skull did it at a bad angle and it was nearly impossible. We decided to flip the cadaver to see if it would help and when I pulled my hands out of her skull I found that my fingernails had shredded the gloves down to the base of my fingers and I had brain matter all over my hands and under my nails! Ack! I turned around to the sink just as another girl came in the room. She saw my brainy hands, shrieked a little and immediatly left, hahaha.

"To make an already long story shorter, there was no way to get her brain out in one piece as we had hoped, we had to cut up the cerebellum -- that little lady had a huge brain! After class I went home, ate dinner....and cut my nails."

Poet says: "Larisa's story is bs. Nurses don't take gross anatomy and they don't do anything with human cadavers."


Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

Kati sends this one:

Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.

Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.

When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her mentally stable. When she went to tell Edna the news, she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news.

The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to respond rationally to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.

The bad news is, Jim, hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead."

Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?"

June 25, 2007

Today's Gruesome Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Initially, Nazis employed guns as their primary weapon of mass execution. However, the severe psychological obstacles experienced by the Einsatzgruppen troops in carrying out face-to-face killing were known to Nazi leaders. As Rudolf Höss later recalled:

"I had heard Eichmann's description of Jews being mown down by the Einsatzkommandos armed with machine guns and machine pistols. Many gruesome scenes are said to have taken place, people running away after being shot, the finishing off of the wounded and particularly of the women and children. Many members of the Einsatzkommandos, unable to endure wading through blood any longer, had committed suicide. Some had even gone mad. Most of the members of these Kommandos had to rely on alcohol when carrying out their horrible work."

Culled from: The Nazi Doctors


In case you're wondering, the "Einsatzgruppen" were the SS troops that were responsible for annihilating Jews, gypsies, and political enemies of the Nazis. And yes, it's true, I am going through a Nazi phase right now - the direct result of my bedtime reading: the above-mentioned "The Nazi Doctors" by Robert Jay Lifton. Perfectly horrible stories! If I wasn't so desensitized, I'd probably have nightmares.


Advice, Anyone?

I'm going through what you might call a trying time financially at the moment, and I'm trying to think of ways to step up membership to the list or sell more merchandise. Unfortunately, I don't have a great deal of time to research marketing techniques and the like, so I was wondering if any of you might have some ideas for me? I thought of using Google's Ad Words, but I'm not sure that I can afford it at the time being. Any other suggestions? And if there is any merchandise you'd like to see, feel free to suggest that as well. I aim to please (and get out of debt).


Captivating Celluloid!

Here's a movie to look out for:

Pierrepoint: The Last Hangman (2007)



Thanks to Steve O' for the link.



Elizabeth stumbled upon an excellent old textbook online entitled "War Surgery and Medicine" by M. Stout and T. Duncan, 1954, which contains some excellent photographs of rather nasty injuries. It's a good read too!

Here's the link to the book:

And if you'd rather just jump ahead to the ghastliness, here is the beginning of the most graphic figures - just click on the 'Next Figure' link at the top right to continue through them:

June 26, 2007

Today's Crushing Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In Australia in 1992, two children who had been playing in a cardboard box in a vacant lot were crushed by a cement truck delivering a load to a work site via a commonly-used shortcut across the growing housing development in Banks, a suburb of Canberra. The boy (7) and girl (4) were killed instantly. The family had moved into its new home only the day before.

Culled from: Snopes.Com
Generously submitted by: Matt


Thank you to everyone who sent me suggestions for increasing the circulation of the MFDJ newsletter and for drumming up sales for morbid merchandise. There were some very good ideas that I will definitely follow-up on. Oh, and in answer to the one smart-arse who asked, yes I DO have a real job! I've just stumbled into a series of financial misfortunes which have culminated in an empty bank account and a diet of cabbage soup. It happens...


Morbid Link Du Jour!

Can't get enough of cemeteries, you taphophile, you!! Then, here's the link page of your dreams!


By the way, I created the perfect bumper sticker for that special taphophile in your life (maybe you?):



Urban Exploration!

Here's a fun site that takes you on a tour of Underground Paris! Damn, I want to go there NOW!!!


June 27, 2007

Today's Accidental Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

A Putnam man died after a weight fell on his neck during a workout at a local gym on Monday, March 19, 2007. 24-year-old Joshua Peterson was killed while working out shortly before noon at Midtown Fitness in Putnam. He was trying to lift free weights when the incident occurred. He was taken to Day Kimball Hospital, where he was pronounced dead. Police have ruled the death accidental.

Culled from: The Associated Press
Generously submitted by: Katchaya


Another reason why exercise is BAD for you!


Morbid Link Du Jour!

The Museum of Talking Boards is a fun-filled history of the Ouija Board. I love the gallery - wish I had some of those old boards to hang up on my walls!



Morbid Art!

New York sculptor Daniel Edwards - the guy who did the sculpture of Britney Spears giving birth on all fours - is at it again. This time, he has created a lovely sculpture of everyone's favorite ex-con Paris Hilton on an autopsy table - complete with mobile phone and Tinkerbell.


Thanks to Magnoire for the link.

June 28, 2007

Today's Revoltingly Absurd Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

In his will, Victorian novelist Charles Dickens (1812-70) directed that he 'Be buried in an inexpensive, unostentatious, and strictly private manner; that no public announcement be made of the time or place of my burial; that at the utmost not more than three plain mourning coaches be employed; and that those who attend my funeral wear no scarf, cloak, black box, long hat-band, or other such revolting absurdity. I direct that my name be inscribed in plain English letters on my tomb, without the addition of Mr or Esquire. I conjure my friends on no account to make me the subject of any monument, memorial, or testamonial whatever.' Perhaps the great man was a trifle naive to suppose that a proud country would be content with such a low-key farewell to one of its most illustrious writers. In the event, Charles Dickens found his house of clay in the soil below Westminster Abbey.

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


Laura writes: "Not morbid, but as a follow up comment. Obviously Westminster Abby was not enough of a memorial for the Brits.... Now he is an amusement park! http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/kent/6689467.stm"

New Morbid Merchandise!!!

I'm excited to announce a new shirt based on one of my favorite comments about Morbid Fact Du Jour and its home, The Asylum Eclectica. Years ago a review by Christopher R. Weingarten appeared in a long-lost magazine called Forbidden Internet that said, "Morbid Fact Du Jour is like the Denny's of the internet: Open 24 Hours and always serving up something horrific." In the spirit of this great quote, I (with the indispensable assistance of Jen of Juror2.Net) offer the latest in Eclectica Wear: the Open 24 Hours shirt!


And there's MORE! I've had requests from those of you living in the Bible Belt to come up with a somewhat "toned-down" version of my Team Satan shirt (http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=6300470). With this in mind, I present the Bible Belt Team Satan Shirt, with the 'Ye Asylum Eclectica' logo on the back and Satan in his glory on the front:


Also now available in blood-dripping Red!!


And, finally, we also have all shirt designs available in Tank Top versions upon request! Here's the classic "Friends Help Friends Move" design. Other designs are available upon request:


All t-shirts sales fund the ongoing maintenance of the Asylum Eclectica and the Morbid Fact Du Jour so please pass the word on to any like-minded morbid souls! Thank you.


Morbid Lyric Du Jour!

Nina sends some morbid lyrics:

"Here is a favorite of mine by the late Warren Zevon."

Excitable Boy

Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

He took little Susie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
and he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the Home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy


Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

Of course, you're probably familiar with Edward Gorey's "Gashlycrumb Tinies". But I bet you've never seen it acted out by cats before!


Thanks to Magnoire for the link.

June 29, 2007

Today's Celebratory Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

An annual kite festival Sunday (February 25,2007) in eastern Pakistan has left at least 11 people dead. Officials said two died after their throats were cut by metal kite strings. Kite flyers often use string made of wire or coated with ground glass to try to cut the strings of rivals or damage other kites. The festival is also often marked with celebratory gunshots fired into the air. Five people died after being hit by stray bullets. Two people were electrocuted when they tried to untangle kites from overhead power cables. Two others fell from roofs. One was a boy chasing a stray kite. Another was a woman trying to stop her son from going after a kite. Police arrested more than 700 people during this year's festival for using sharpened kite strings or firing guns. Officials said they also seized more than 280 illegally held weapons.

Culled from: The Associated Press
Generously submitted by: Paradox


Which reminds me... we should start seeing some of America's trademark celebratory injuries as we approach the 4th of July. Keep your eyes (and ears) open out there!


Morbid Music Du Jour!

Creature Feature is an interesting, if not especially outstanding, band. They definitely score points for recording a song inspired by The Gashlycrumb Tinies, which comes off a bit like the Jim Carroll Band's "People Who Died" only not as good.


Thanks to The Mourner for the link.


Morbid Design Du Jour!

Nadine Jarvis is an English designer who has created such delightfully morbid designs as a "Rest In Pieces" ceramic urn that hangs from a tree for a few years before eventually falling to the ground, shattering and spreading the ashes; a bird feeder made of bird food, beeswax, and human ashes; and (my personal favorite) pencils made from the carbon of human cremains. There is a brilliant mind at work here!


Thanks to aaronbright for the link.

June 30, 2007

Today's Inept Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

One of the most hysterically inept lethal injection executions occurred in Texas on December 13, 1988. Raymond Landry was pronounced dead 40 minutes after being strapped to the execution gurney and 24 minutes after the drugs first started flowing into his arms. Two minutes after the drugs were administered, the syringe came out of Landry's vein, spraying the deadly chemicals across the room toward witnesses. The curtain separating the witnesses from the inmate was then pulled, and not reopened for fourteen minutes while the execution team reinserted the catheter into the vein. Witnesses reported "at least one groan." A spokesman for the Texas Department of Correction, Charles Brown (sic), said, "There was something of a delay in the execution because of what officials called a 'blowout.' The syringe came out of the vein, and the warden ordered the (execution) team to reinsert the catheter into the vein."

Culled from: Death Penalty Information Center
Generously submitted by: Candle


Whenever I've had an IV, they always secure it to the arm with tape. Guess that's a bit too fancypants for a Texas execution!

I've been having PC problems so if I should disappear for a few days without warning, that's probably why. Unless I haven't had my head violently severed from my body or something, which is always a possibility!


Morbid Mirth Du Jour!

This joke is courtesy Aimee:

What did Ray Charles say when somebody gave him a cheese grater for a present?


"Man, that is the most violent book I ever read in my life!"


Morbid Trinket Du Jour!

Here's your chance to top off your bathroom in fine style, with a skull shower curtain, sponge, and makeup bag!


Thanks to Magnoire for the link.