Of all the ways I can think of to start my shift, one of the worst would be to get stuck in an elevator for 30 some-odd minutes wondering if anyone can hear me or if anyone knows I’m there. Stuck. At midnight. Like a rat in a cage. Like a rat in an elevator. Alone. In the rain. (OK, it wasn’t raining.)
Month: September 2007
Johnny Cash & Mrs. Piggy – Jackson
Another summer
Another summer in New Orleans… another fucking bout with acne. *sigh*
3! 2! 1! Contact!
First episode, featuring the making of the theme song.
Sisters keep mother’s body in fridge for ten years – and visit her every weekend
Ok, this story cannot possibly be true, can it? Wow. Some people are all kinds of crazy.
The body of the widow has been kept refrigerated on the premises on the instructions of her two daughters and is brought into the funeral parlour’s chapel of rest each weekend for the visits.
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When she died in 1997, the body was preserved with formaldehyde but it has deteriorated to such an extent that it is largely skeletal with some skin remaining on the upper half and head.