posted on June 30, 2011 with 5 notes
The Necropolitan Line: 
“This was the London terminus of the Brookwood Necropolis Railway, the first regular train service for the dead.”

~ via London Particulars, visit the site for more info and lots of other interesting stuff…

The Necropolitan Line: “This was the London terminus of the Brookwood Necropolis Railway, the first regular train service for the dead.”

~ via London Particulars, visit the site for more info and lots of other interesting stuff…

posted on May 9, 2010 with 0 notes
"Chances are we’ll each be lost to time. 100 billion people have been born before us. Most of them no longer exist as individuals in our memories. No names. Faces only reflected in our own and not in any way that really matters. But not us. We might be remembered forever. All our Twitter updates, our email, our Vimeo movies, our Xbox Live profiles, our wormy FourSquare maps. They won’t be important. Not to most people, anyway. But they’ll be there if the sysadmins take care of us, if the corporations and machines to whom we’ve entrusted our records do not fail or are not destroyed. We won’t matter to most. But our memories will be cataloged, indexed, made available along with our stories, our names."

Raiding Eternity - Myspace - Gizmodo

Comment to above article by MatthewT:
Our digital selves will live on forever…or until the power goes out. But then, maybe not even that long. I have 5.25 inch floppies downstairs that contain papers I’ve written and other things, but that may as well not exist because I have no way of reading those disks anymore.

turnofthecentury:

Palermo Catacombs
[also here & here] Tumblr source: turnofthecentury
posted on November 3, 2009 with 0 notes
Washington, D.C., circa 1915. “Grief monument, Rock Creek cemetery.” Augustus Saint-Gaudens’s ambiguously enigmatic bronze memorializing Clover Adams, the society hostess whose suicide led to its commission by her husband, the writer Henry Adams. National Photo Co. Collection glass negative.

~via Shorpy

Washington, D.C., circa 1915. “Grief monument, Rock Creek cemetery.” Augustus Saint-Gaudens’s ambiguously enigmatic bronze memorializing Clover Adams, the society hostess whose suicide led to its commission by her husband, the writer Henry Adams. National Photo Co. Collection glass negative.

~via Shorpy

posted on April 28, 2009 with 0 notes

Catacombs in Palermo

The Well-Dressed Dead by Bob Brier

…the dehydrated dead are clothed in their finest attire—priests wear their robes, military officers their uniforms, and society men and women are dressed as if expecting to attend a dinner or ball. …. The Palermo mummies are ghoulish because they are not doing what they are supposed to be doing—they play at being alive.

Photographs of the catacombs

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posted on April 22, 2009 with 0 notes
A giant tree slowly devours an ancient headstone.
(Sighthound’s photostream on Flickr)

A giant tree slowly devours an ancient headstone. (Sighthound’s photostream on Flickr)

posted on March 12, 2009 with 1 note
“VAMPIRE” PICTURE: Exorcism Skull Found in Italy
posted on January 13, 2009 with Notes
The museum of mourning photography »
posted on November 6, 2008 with Notes

Fear Itself

“In the last chapter of his eminently readable exploration of our allegedly dangerous world, Daniel Gardner describes a cemetery in Ontar­io where a headstone com­mem­or­ates the six children of one couple, all killed by diphtheria within less than a week in 1902. Far from marking a freakish occurrence, the headstone is a reminder of the vast toll contagious illnesses took on children in the dark days before vaccines all but eradicated such diseases in the industrialized world. It is the final proof of what Gardner argues throughout The Science of Fear: The world we have inherited is in many ways the ­safest—­least risky to the individual and the ­species—­that has ever ­existed.”

Fear Itself, Evelin Sullivan for Wilson Quarterly, Autumn 2008

posted on October 10, 2008 with Notes
Death by kisses, an unusual tombstone »

February 16, 1909, Stabbed to Death in Office Frolic

~via www.kottke.org