I just, I can’t sleep. We had to say goodbye to you today. We didn’t bury you, your ashes will still be with us. But it’s not fair that you will remain with us in tiny pieces. Some of us went out tonight, maybe to forget about the hurt for awhile maybe to just spend time with each other for awhile. But we all had to come home eventually and be alone with our thoughts about you. We only have memories now, memories of the last time we saw you, memories about whether or not we spent time with you during the last chance we had. You live through Bella now, and I don’t think anyone can look at that little girl and not see you in her eyes. Those beautiful eyes, that personality that befriends everyone she meets. We saw so many people over the past 2 days that came to show their love to you and it amazed all of us. We knew and felt your love for us. Now it feels more amazing because if you could show so much love to so many, as your family it feels more intense. We love you Boyboy, not as Frank, but Boyboy.
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Another reason why Columbus was a d*ck 😂
Just so fucking evil.
(Source: twitter.com)
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
what did i just read
Irish women are strong as fuck
“I lived, bitch” irl
Surfer swans having the time of their life.
