Take The Last Exit…

Last Exit takes a ride through the graveyards, interviews death merchants, visits some looney tombs and relates tales of what dying in NJ is all about. There are some great epitaphs, unusual interments, ghosts, famous deathstyles, forgotten cemeteries, bodies that show up in unusual places…and of course great stories of vandals, vermin and graverobbers—all here for your enjoyment.

 

 

 

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MAILING STARTS ON JANUARY 4, 2010 on this limited edition (i.e. it’s going to be a LATE holiday gift, which is somewhat fitting. Late. Get it?).

The Only Good Zombie Is A…

 

ZOMBIE KITTY

 

FYI From AOCB

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You Are What You Eat

People  will be putting this into their mouths and eating it for

 Thanksgiving.

It’s called

” Tofurky “

Here’s what I will be truly grateful  for this  Thanksgiving:

I WON’T be eating this.

a.m.m.

My Favorie Part Of The Turkey ( is the skin )

I asked my Sister  if she wanted me to give her a hand this around the kitchen this

Thanksgiving.

 

She said no.

Strange.

Who couldn’t  use an extra set of hands when  making a big meal.

So I called her again and said I would love to bake some cookies…how did that sound?

Great she says.

Wonderful I tell her.

I just love to make Gingerbread Cookies I reminded her.

She asked me if I wouldn’t mind making them with heads this time.

I always make them with heads I laughed.

Attaching the gingerbread heads to the gingerbread bodies would be a nice touch she says-and  it would be something new for me, wouldn’t that be nice she asked.

Sure, I think I could really ENJOY baking boring cookies.

So this morning I sent my Sister an e-mail.

I asked if I was still banned from carving the Turkey.

Damn straight, was her speedy reply.

Brother.

I tell one silly story about a dissection class I  took while carving the Christmas Turkey and I get forced to use plastic SPOONS for the rest of my freaking life at family holiday meals.

Some people have NO sense of humor.

NONE.

Well.

There must be something I could bring to dinner I said to my sister in a phone call this evening

 that would not make

 the people in our family think about things without a pulse and smelling like formaldehyde.

 Not a chance says my Sister says after a very long pause.

Well.

I don’t know what your Thanksgiving will be like this year, but apparently

I

will be dining with a bunch of weirdos.

 

 What can I say

besides

I hope your

Thanksgiving is as interesting and fun

as mine.

 

 

Weird and Weirder

Weird

Weirder

Oh That Is Just Wrong

Pretend

Mr and Mrs Tillanghast

have a son named Waldgrave.

Waldgrave was not born

so he can not die

and

Waldgrave Tillanghast

who does not dream

likes to

pretend.

  

He pretends that he can breathe

and he likes to pretend that he blinks

just like a normal person.

 

Waldgrave Tillanghast

the boy who was not born and can not die

likes to pretend.

They Watch

Doctor 2001

 

This is a fan video that was posted on Youtube.

It shows- in a very imaginitive way- what if Stanley Kubrik had added a third character to his movie

2001

the first being the Monolith, the second HAL and the third…

Doctor Who

Tardis Time Girl Says:

A bit of Doctor Who fun this year. If you don’t know The Wheel in Space or 2001…it will all seem a bit mad 🙂
Made in Lightwave, the spaceplane and red chair are from the 2001-3d-archive. Low earth orbit by Steve Skinner.

Happy T-Day From Me To You

My favorite, hands down Thanksgiving Movie is an episode from

The Twilight Zone.

Hey, enjoy that Turkey Meat

each and every

single

bite:

See You Soon

from my writer’s journal 

When I as a kid we lived about a block west of Green Lake, in Seattle WA.

I grew up on a lot of stories about Green Lake- and given my family’s love of  Macabre Tales I never heard about the Picnic grounds at the lake which I believe were put in sometime before the 1900’s or the vision people had of creating a beautiful place where people could go and have beautiful thoughts about nature, life and themselves.

What I heard about were the dead people in the Lake.

I was left with the impression, as a child, that they drowned and that they never left Green Lake.

Here’s the story I heard:

Back during the 1920’s maybe the 1930’s,  people kept drowning in Green Lake-

they weren’t out there swimming alone, they would be out there swimming with a friend or in a group and all of the sudden one person would start thrashing around and screaming and then they went under and they stayed under….

sometimes for minutes, sometimes for hours sometimes for days.

And then shortly after the bodies were recovered people would see the Floaters walking towards the lake.

Or back into the Lake.

Once the Lake got them, they couldn’t leave – they had to go back.

I am only mentioning this story because when I write my stories I usually mention a Lake or a body of water and the image I have in my mind’s eye is that of Green Lake.

The Green Lake that killed people and keeps their ghosts like trophies.

That story got to me over 40 years ago.

And like I said- once the Lake gets you, you have to go back.

a.m.

 

Burke And Hare and Doctor Who?

 

The life and death masks of Burke and Hare. Photograph: Paul Kelbie/Observer

The man who brought you

An American Werewolf in London

is going to bring you

David ” Doctor Who Tennant ” Who as

William Hare.

Hare, in case you are not aware of it, was the other half of team Burke and Hare- and back in the day they were a couple of serial killers who found a very novel way of covering up their crimes.

They sold the evidence to a Medical College and the Medical College in turn used the corpses for dissection.

I know, I know, the story goes that Burke and Hare killed all of those people for the money.

But nobody does what Burke and Hare did for money, they did it because they liked it.

So that’s the story of Burke and Hare according to me.

According to John Landis the story of Burke and Hare

is a comedy / thriller.

in this youtube clip at about 10 minutes in Landis confirms David Tennants role in his upcoming film

Well, you know I guess that’s not to far away from the reality of the situation.

I can find something funny in the story of Burke and Hare.

After Burke was hung, they put his skeleton, death mask and items made from his tanned skin on display at the same college that was duped into helping him cover up his crimes ( Hell hath no furry like an College scorned )

And Hare disappeared without a trace.

I learned this from CSI- the TV Show– nobody disappears without a trace.

It’s just that there’s no telling where that trace will turn up.

The possibilities are dark, endless and dare I say

amusing.

LINKS

David Tennant Joins Simon Pegg in John Landis’ Burke and Hare

from

First Showing dot net

 David Tennant to star in ‘Burke And Hare’

from Digital Spy

Latest Casting for John Landis’ ‘Burke and Hare’

from Bloody Disgusting dot Com

Doctor Who Meets Shaun

from Joblo dot Com

Enduring Bones

 THE IMMORTAL PART

by A.E. Housman

(A Shropshire Lad was originally published in 1896. This Web edition is based on the 1908 edition printed by Ballantyne, Hanson, & Co.)

When I meet the morning beam,

Or lay me down at night to dream,

I hear my bones within me say,

“Another night, another day. 

 

“When shall this slough of sense be cast,

This dust of thoughts be laid at last,

The man of flesh and soul be slain

And the man of bone remain?

 

“This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,

These thews that hustle us about,

This brain that fills the skull with schemes,

And its humming hive of dreams,–

 “These to-day are proud in power And lord it in their little hour:

The immortal bones obey control

Of dying flesh and dying soul.

 “‘Tis long till eve and morn are gone:

Slow the endless night comes on,

And late to fulness grows the birth

That shall last as long as earth.

 

“Wanderers eastward, wanderers west,

Know you why you cannot rest?

‘Tis that every mother’s son

Travails with a skeleton.

 

“Lie down in the bed of dust;

Bear the fruit that bear you must;

Bring the eternal seed to light,

And morn is all the same as night.

 

 

“Rest you so from trouble sore,

Fear the heat o’ the sun no more,

Nor the snowing winter wild,

Now you labour not with child.

“Empty vessel, garment cast,

We that wore you long shall last.

–Another night, another day.”

So my bones within me say.  

 

Therefore they shall do my will

To-day while I am master still,

And flesh and soul, now both are strong,

Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

 

Before this fire of sense decay,

This smoke of thought blow clean away,

And leave with ancient night alone

The stedfast and enduring bone.

Now, For A Brief Musical Interlude

I THINK I SMELL A RAT

BY

WHITE STRIPES

Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
All you little kids
Seem to think you know
Just where it’s at
I think I smell a rat
Walking down the street
Carrying a baseball bat
I think I smell a rat

 

Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
All you little kids
Seem to think you know
Just where is at
I think I smell a rat
Treating your mother and father
Like a welcome mat
I think I smell a rat

 

 

RING THE BELLS

BY

JAMES

Ring ring the bells

 

 Wake the town

Everyone is sleeping

Shout at the crowd

Wake them up

This anger’s deeper than sleep

Got to keep awake to what is happening

I can’t see a thing through my ambition,

I no longer feel my God is watching over me

Got to tell the world we’ve all been dreaming

This is not the end, a new beginning

I no longer feel my God is watching over me

Break break the code

Concentrate

Let the doors swing open

See through all your walls

All your floors

Now you’re in deeper than sleep

Got to keep awake to what is happening

I can’t see a thing through my ambition,

I no longer feel my God is watching over me

Got to tell the world we’ve all been dreaming

This is not the end, a new beginning

I no longer feel my God is watching over me

When you let me fall

Grew my own wings

Now I’m as tall as the sky

When you let me drown

Grew gills and fins

Now I’m as deep as the sea

When you let me die

My spirit’s free

There’s nothing challenging me