Wednesday, 22 April, 2015
As if there isn’t enough to think about as shuffle about this mortal coil, the prospect of the cemetery where we will ultimately end up spending eternity, going bankrupt at some point during our would-be afterlife:
In the case of a cemetery foreclosure or complete abandonment, sometimes the local municipality will simply take over control and management of the land. In other cases, the current owner of the cemetery which is no longer economically viable may seek permission from their local municipality to sell or repurpose the land for commercial or home use.
Tags: death, finances, life
Wednesday, 1 April, 2015
If you’re relying solely on your tombstone to remind distant future generations that you once lived upon this Earth, you’ll need to think carefully about the material with which it is made. Slate and sandstone are to be avoided, they delaminate after a couple of centuries, but marble, or even granite, might be the go:
Granite is probably the durability champion. It’s less susceptible to acid rain, doesn’t delaminate, and granite tombstones have been known to shrug off collisions with car bumpers. “Granite is a molten rock that cools over a very long period,” Gallagher explains. “This gives it time to build up the crystals and so they’re tied into each other better.” Only since the Civil War, as carving techniques have improved, has granite become a useable material for tombstones.
Tags: chemistry, death, science
Tuesday, 31 March, 2015
Richard III was King of England from 1483 until 1485, when he was killed during the Battle of Bosworth Field. His remains where discovered buried below what is now a car park in Leicester, in 2012, after archaeologists went looking for them.
A rather ignoble end for a monarch, even if the grave was within what was once a church, that was however demolished in the sixteenth century.
Last Thursday, 26 March, Richard III was reinterred at Leicester Cathedral, with, it is likely safe to say, a little more ceremony than his original funeral.
Tags: death, England, history
Tuesday, 9 December, 2014
Medium writer Eric Puchner trails Caleb Wilde, a sixth generation Pennsylvania based funeral director, as he goes about his work… I have no idea why I find this so fascinating.
So when I had the opportunity to meet Caleb Wilde, some perverse part of me jumped at the chance. Here was someone whose whole world was death, 24-7, and yet he seemed to be doing okay. He wasn’t distracting himself – just the opposite. He worked with dead people and their grieving families all day and then blogged about it. On his days off, he was getting a graduate degree in something called Death, Religion, and Culture. He even claimed that Death was his “muse.” If someone was going to tell me how to look oblivion in the eye in order to make my peace with it, or at least stop being so fucking scared of the dark, here was the guy.
Tags: death, funerals, work
Wednesday, 28 May, 2014
Kurt Cobain, Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Amy Winehouse, are among rock musicians who died at age twenty-seven.
It may be an unfortunate instance of chance, though many people could be forgiven for wondering if there was a connection of some sort, or that there was something about being that age. Zachary Stockill, writing for PolicyMic, finds there were some similarities in the way these musicians lived, that may have contributed to their deaths at such a young age:
There’s a strange trend in the club members’ relationships, too. Pain attracts pain, and drug abusing musicians often attract, either willfully or not, other drug users into their lives. Most members of the 27 Club were romantically involved with other drug users at the time of their death. Jim Morrison’s girlfriend lied to police when her boyfriend died as a means of covering up her own drug abuse, adding to already-intense speculation surrounding the demise of the Doors frontman.
Tags: death, history, music
Tuesday, 13 May, 2014
A sobering collection of photos, titled Death Wooed Us, taken from well known suicide spots along the coast of California, by US photographer Donna J. Wan.
Via Feature Shoot.
Tags: death, photography, suicide
Tuesday, 11 March, 2014
Morbid, yet still somehow fascinating… US cartoonist Roz Chast’s comic book style depiction of her parent’s final years.
Tags: death, design, illustration, life
Wednesday, 12 February, 2014
Might we attain a degree of immortality through the possessions we leave behind after we die?
It’s one of the questions US photographer Andrea Tese poses through her INHERITANCE collection, being images of her late grandfather’s belongings, such as shoes, books, tools, gardening equipment, and kitchenware.
It’s not an idea I entirely subscribe to, living as I do out of carry-on luggage seemingly, but it’s a thought provoking notion nonetheless.
Tags: death, photography, possessions
Wednesday, 8 January, 2014
A new year, a new start… by faking your death? Don’t get your hopes up though. Very few people succeed in starting a new life by ceasing to be one person, and assuming the identity of someone else that they’ve created.
Apparently though New Zealand citizens, who can reside legally in Australia for, I believe, indefinite periods of time, have an edge in this regard however, thanks to a combination of privacy laws, and the fact they – seemingly – don’t have to pay taxes here:
For Verzi, fake-dying professionally means having a new, hard-to-trace identity ready. “It seems like the US has half the privacy laws we have so it’s much harder to disappear there. Actually, the hardest people to track are New Zealanders because they come here [to Australia], and they don’t vote or pay taxes and then they go home. It really helps if you’re a Kiwi.”
Tags: death, New-Zealand, taxes
Thursday, 12 December, 2013
This piece I read on Kottke last week had me wondering about the way we… measure someone’s achievements, success, or net worth, upon their death.
In October US comedian and author David Sedaris wrote about the suicide of his youngest sister, Tiffany, earlier this year. Judging from her will, Tiffany appeared to have become estranged, to some degree, from her family, but it was Sedaris’ reference to his late sister’s possessions, or lack thereof, that caught my eye:
Compared with most forty-nine-year-olds, or even most forty-nine-month-olds, Tiffany didn’t have much. She did leave a will, though. In it, she decreed that we, her family, could not have her body or attend her memorial service. “So put that in your pipe and smoke it,” our mother would have said. A few days after getting the news, my sister Amy drove to Somerville with a friend and collected two boxes of things from Tiffany’s room: family photographs, many of which had been ripped into pieces, comment cards from a neighborhood grocery store, notebooks, receipts.
In response, Michael Knoblach, a friend of Tiffany’s, chastised Sedaris in an article he wrote for the Wicked Local Somerville. Among other points, Knoblach wished to make clear that Tiffany’s estate amounted to more that just two boxes of belongings:
I found David Sedaris’ article, “Now we are five,” in the Oct. 28 New Yorker to be obviously self-serving, often grossly inaccurate, almost completely unresearched and, at times, outright callous. Some of her family had been more than decent, loving and kind to her. “Two lousy boxes” is not Tiffany’s legacy. After her sister left with that meager lot, her house was still full of treasures. More than two vanloads of possession were pulled from there and other locations by friends.
Tiffany may have been troubled, but it is clear her life had value far beyond her possessions, regardless of their quantity.
Tags: death, legacy, possessions