You son of a biatch! You moved the cemetery, but you left the bodies, didn't you? You son of a biatch, you left the bodies and you only moved the headstones! You-only-moved-the-headstones! Why? Why!!!

Is the London Dungeon any good? I considered visiting it when I was over there.

Jake Havechek: You son of a biatch! You moved the cemetery, but you left the bodies, didn't you? You son of a biatch, you left the bodies and you only moved the headstones! You-only-moved-the-headstones! Why? Why!!!

Oh, HELL yeah!

/also, skeletons on display are cool and should not be regulated...unless..

//I know you think "PT" means pretty tough, right, but no, that means perfect teeth!

///skeleton farm

In college, I started dating this Goth chick after we hooked up at a party. That's almost a big enough mistake to end the story right there, but of course it gets worse. She lived by herself in a one bedroom apartment. The living room, with a small sofa, doubled as the dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Every time that I'd go over there, her two cats would be in exactly the same spots, one on the sofa and the other laying atop the heating register. I remarked, "Man, do your cats ever move?" And she'd always laugh me off, "Oh, they're just sleeping." Over the few weeks that we dated, it started getting cold and the heat in her apartment kicked on. The smell was semi-faint at first, just made you recoil when you first walked into the apartment, but she always blamed it on the Chinese people living down below. But as it got colder and colder, the heat ran more often, and the smell because god awful unbearable. By this point, I'm really suspect of these languid cats. So, I walk over to the one on the register, bend down to touch it, and she screams, "DON'T! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I'd had it with her anyway, so I said screw that, and touched the cats head. It didn't even flinch. So, I grasped it by the neck to pick it up a little, and it's head popped clean off, just separated from it's body with very little force. She went ballistic, snatched the head away from me, and starts trying to put it back on the cats body. I didn't stick around for an explanation, but I found out later that she drank heavily one night on anti-depressants, flipped out, got into some random pick-up truck, and no one heard from her again.

Do they still have a real skeleton in high school biology classrooms? We had one.

cgraves67: Is the London Dungeon any good? I considered visiting it when I was over there.

I didn't see that one last time either, might try to see it when we go later this month.

I did go to The London Bridge Experience, that was pretty fun.

Is there anything in this world that the British don't tax?

spentmiles: In college, I started dating this Goth chick after we hooked up at a party. That's almost a big enough mistake to end the story right there, but of course it gets worse. She lived by herself in a one bedroom apartment. The living room, with a small sofa, doubled as the dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Every time that I'd go over there, her two cats would be in exactly the same spots, one on the sofa and the other laying atop the heating register. I remarked, "Man, do your cats ever move?" And she'd always laugh me off, "Oh, they're just sleeping." Over the few weeks that we dated, it started getting cold and the heat in her apartment kicked on. The smell was semi-faint at first, just made you recoil when you first walked into the apartment, but she always blamed it on the Chinese people living down below. But as it got colder and colder, the heat ran more often, and the smell because god awful unbearable. By this point, I'm really suspect of these languid cats. So, I walk over to the one on the register, bend down to touch it, and she screams, "DON'T! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I'd had it with her anyway, so I said screw that, and touched the cats head. It didn't even flinch. So, I grasped it by the neck to pick it up a little, and it's head popped clean off, just separated from it's body with very little force. She went ballistic, snatched the head away from me, and starts trying to put it back on the cats body. I didn't stick around for an explanation, but I found out later that she drank heavily one night on anti-depressants, flipped out, got into some random pick-up truck, and no one heard from her again.

Three weeks later, the tape deck was still playing "Stairway to Heaven"!

RexTalionis: Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened. Calls to mind the story of Elmer McCurdy and his traveling corpse. McCurdy was a minor outlaw and bandit from the early 20th century who was shot down by the law. After his death, the local undertaker embalmed him. As was popular at the time, the undertaker took the embalmed and mummified corpse and displayed it to townsfolk who'd shell out a few nickels or pennies to gawk at the outlaw.

His body got sold and went traveling around the country until people discovered that looking at corpses ain't as much fun as vaudeville. He eventually wound up at some old haunted house amusement park in California where he was hung up as a prop, nobody knowing that it was a real body until someone noticed that it's a real corpse in the 1970s.

Came here to discuss Mr McCurdy. My favorite part of his story is his final resting place (so far): He was finally buried in the Boot Hill section of the Summit View Cemetery in Guthrie, Oklahoma on April 22, 1977. The state medical examiner ordered that two cubic yards of concrete was to be poured over McCurdy's casket, so that his remains would never be disturbed again.


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RexTalionis: Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened. Calls to mind the story of Elmer McCurdy and his traveling corpse. McCurdy was a minor outlaw and bandit from the early 20th century who was shot down by the law. After his death, the local undertaker embalmed him. As was popular at the time, the undertaker took the embalmed and mummified corpse and displayed it to townsfolk who'd shell out a few nickels or pennies to gawk at the outlaw.

His body got sold and went traveling around the country until people discovered that looking at corpses ain't as much fun as vaudeville. He eventually wound up at some old haunted house amusement park in California where he was hung up as a prop, nobody knowing that it was a real body until someone noticed that it's a real corpse in the 1970s.

Nobody noticed, they were repainting with flourescent spray paint for an episode of the 6 million dollar man TV show, the arm broke off, exposing real bone inside. it was a dark ride at the Long Beach Pike.

RexTalionis: Wouldn't be the first time something like this happened. Calls to mind the story of Elmer McCurdy and his traveling corpse. McCurdy was a minor outlaw and bandit from the early 20th century who was shot down by the law. After his death, the local undertaker embalmed him. As was popular at the time, the undertaker took the embalmed and mummified corpse and displayed it to townsfolk who'd shell out a few nickels or pennies to gawk at the outlaw.

His body got sold and went traveling around the country until people discovered that looking at corpses ain't as much fun as vaudeville. He eventually wound up at some old haunted house amusement park in California where he was hung up as a prop, nobody knowing that it was a real body until someone noticed that it's a real corpse in the 1970s.

Elmer was found at the Haunted House ride at the Nu Pike (my favorite childhood hangout) in Long Beach while they were filming an episode of The Six Million Dollar Man. Elmer's arm fell off and when a gaffer tried to put it back on, he noticed that it was the real deal. I'll never forget Lee Majors being interviewed by the news crew. He was very visibly shaken.

cgraves67: Is the London Dungeon any good? I considered visiting it when I was over there.

Eh, it's not bad. The night tours in Edinburgh are better if you like history.

I'm confused why you need to pay 2,000 for having a skeleton on display? Is it property of the Crown like treasure?

The Brits have some weird laws.

Does "Bodies" ever make it to london?

I went with a group of engineers. I think we lost 2 people that just flat passed out. And another 2 that needed to leave to sit down. I have a pretty good stomach but by the end I felt a bit woozy.

I love the London Dungeon tour! That thing is so cheesy and touristy that everyone needs to go there. When we went through the Jack the ripper portion I was the designated mark. Every room the investigator told these outrageus stories about what I was doing with prostitutes, and every story got more and more outlandish. My fiancee and future mother in law loved it!

spentmiles: In college, I started dating this Goth chick after we hooked up at a party. That's almost a big enough mistake to end the story right there, but of course it gets worse. She lived by herself in a one bedroom apartment. The living room, with a small sofa, doubled as the dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Every time that I'd go over there, her two cats would be in exactly the same spots, one on the sofa and the other laying atop the heating register. I remarked, "Man, do your cats ever move?" And she'd always laugh me off, "Oh, they're just sleeping." Over the few weeks that we dated, it started getting cold and the heat in her apartment kicked on. The smell was semi-faint at first, just made you recoil when you first walked into the apartment, but she always blamed it on the Chinese people living down below. But as it got colder and colder, the heat ran more often, and the smell because god awful unbearable. By this point, I'm really suspect of these languid cats. So, I walk over to the one on the register, bend down to touch it, and she screams, "DON'T! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I'd had it with her anyway, so I said screw that, and touched the cats head. It didn't even flinch. So, I grasped it by the neck to pick it up a little, and it's head popped clean off, just separated from it's body with very little force. She went ballistic, snatched the head away from me, and starts trying to put it back on the cats body. I didn't stick around for an explanation, but I found out later that she drank heavily one night on anti-depressants, flipped out, got into some random pick-up truck, and no one heard from her again.

Cool story bro.

/had to say it

/Approves

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SystemFault: Prices are around US$5,000 for a complete skeleton. This is a big jump from some forty years ago when such skeletons could be had for about US$350 each.

I used to run an occult bookstore in California. The owner was a slightly eccentric Irish doctor from a long line of doctors. He used to stock the store full of skulls. We had shelves of the bloody things and I never sold one.

But some of the Neo-Druids who used to frequent the store used to have actual wicker man type ceremonies on a ranch in San Bernardino with real human sacrifices. The sacrifices were young female cadavers that were bought from India. This went on into the early 1980s until a conflict in the Neo-Druid group arose over whether or not the female cadavers were as virginal as promised by the supplier came up, and later the group dissolved.

spentmiles: In college, I started dating this Goth chick after we hooked up at a party. That's almost a big enough mistake to end the story right there, but of course it gets worse. She lived by herself in a one bedroom apartment. The living room, with a small sofa, doubled as the dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Every time that I'd go over there, her two cats would be in exactly the same spots, one on the sofa and the other laying atop the heating register. I remarked, "Man, do your cats ever move?" And she'd always laugh me off, "Oh, they're just sleeping." Over the few weeks that we dated, it started getting cold and the heat in her apartment kicked on. The smell was semi-faint at first, just made you recoil when you first walked into the apartment, but she always blamed it on the Chinese people living down below. But as it got colder and colder, the heat ran more often, and the smell because god awful unbearable. By this point, I'm really suspect of these languid cats. So, I walk over to the one on the register, bend down to touch it, and she screams, "DON'T! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I'd had it with her anyway, so I said screw that, and touched the cats head. It didn't even flinch. So, I grasped it by the neck to pick it up a little, and it's head popped clean off, just separated from it's body with very little force. She went ballistic, snatched the head away from me, and starts trying to put it back on the cats body. I didn't stick around for an explanation, but I found out later that she drank heavily one night on anti-depressants, flipped out, got into some random pick-up truck, and no one heard from her again.

Just tell 'em Large Marge sent ya!

RexTalionis: I was talking with my buddy who comes from a funeral home family a few weeks ago. We couldn't understand why people are so darn squeamish when it comes to a dead body. It just seems so irrational. Plus, it makes getting good help at the funeral home real difficult, since even some of their employees would refuse to go up to the body.

Newly dead bodies, meh. But there's something about a body posed such that all the muscles are laid out.

SystemFault: In most of the United States, it's legal to buy, sell, and possess human bones including complete skeletons as long as the material was originally legally obtained. New York state is the big exception where an owner must have a sanctioned need (e.g., medical education).

Prices are around US$5,000 for a complete skeleton. This is a big jump from some forty years ago when such skeletons could be had for about US$350 each.

"I think there's a skeleton farm over in India!!"

ZOINKS!

spentmiles: In college, I started dating this Goth chick after we hooked up at a party. That's almost a big enough mistake to end the story right there, but of course it gets worse. She lived by herself in a one bedroom apartment. The living room, with a small sofa, doubled as the dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Every time that I'd go over there, her two cats would be in exactly the same spots, one on the sofa and the other laying atop the heating register. I remarked, "Man, do your cats ever move?" And she'd always laugh me off, "Oh, they're just sleeping." Over the few weeks that we dated, it started getting cold and the heat in her apartment kicked on. The smell was semi-faint at first, just made you recoil when you first walked into the apartment, but she always blamed it on the Chinese people living down below. But as it got colder and colder, the heat ran more often, and the smell because god awful unbearable. By this point, I'm really suspect of these languid cats. So, I walk over to the one on the register, bend down to touch it, and she screams, "DON'T! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I'd had it with her anyway, so I said screw that, and touched the cats head. It didn't even flinch. So, I grasped it by the neck to pick it up a little, and it's head popped clean off, just separated from it's body with very little force. She went ballistic, snatched the head away from me, and starts trying to put it back on the cats body. I didn't stick around for an explanation, but I found out later that she drank heavily one night on anti-depressants, flipped out, got into some random pick-up truck, and no one heard from her again.