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Anyone that sees this is invited to my wake, but only under the implicit contract that you'll be participating in a gay trans orgy of unfathomable scale.
You can pay your respects by glazing my casket 💕🥰
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The body of Rudolph Valentino, who died from peritonitis and sepsis in a New York hospital, lies in the Frank Campbell Funeral Parlor on August 24, 1926. Eva Miller, one of Valentino's first admirers, prays beside the body.
Photo: Associated Press
#vintage New York#1920s#Rudolph Valentino#vintage movie stars#sex symbols#funeral#lying in state#open casket#silent film#August 24#24 August#24 Aug.#Aug. 24
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#artist is#shiba minako#kuroshitsuji#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#funeral#open casket#white roses#TW#death#Halloween is approaching#i love black butler#black butler#anime#old anime#illustrator#anime boy#demon#2009
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#skull#skulls#open casket#gothic#2014 grunge#tumblr gothic#inspiration#goth inspo#eternal#bats#bat#vampire#vampires#the vampire diaries#tvd#twilight#aesthetic#tumblr aesthetic#heart#deftones#bauhaus#2014#girl blogging#girl blogger#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girlboss tbh#it looks so beautiful i’m crying#black#red#goth aesthetic
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Alright so I’ve wanted to say this for awhile and it is actually my primary reason for creating this account lol. Just to clarify first though, I love horror, and more importantly I love unrealistic horror so please take everything I say with a grain of salt and do not think I’m trying to tell anyone how to write as that is not the case, I simply am really interested in this kinda thing and believe in the sharing of knowledge.
Anyways,
Embalmed bodies don’t really rot.
Embalming is the preservation of the body by replacing the blood with embalming solution and some formaldehyde, it makes the body a unfavourable food or nutrient source for any kind of bug or microorganisms which would cause decomposition.
If someone in your story is dead and you want them to be a rotting corpse then most realistically they’d have had a direct burial since embalmed body’s arnt supposed to decompose and typically if there was an open casket an embalming would have had to have taken place.
Again this does not mean you have to change your story or how you write in anyway at all, just wanted to share the reality for anyone interested.
-<3
#embalming#horror#mortician#mortuary science#mortuarywriting#the mortuary assistant#funeral director#funeral services#tw funeral#decomposing#burial#open casket#horror writing#writing
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wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?
then we wouldn't have to wait so long
abandoned funeral home
#me#my photography#funeral home#death and dying#gloomy coquette#morute#morute aesthetic#creepy chan#creepy cute#creepy core#creepy coquette#open casket#alice in wonderland#southern gothic
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It's always in the last place you look.
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Death - Open Casket
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#southern gothic#ethel cain#churchcore#grandfather#vhs aesthetic#open casket#preachers daughter#mother cain
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Open Casket
Depression is an open casket,
A darkness that engulfs the soul.
A place where happiness is masked,
And sadness takes control.
It's a coffin that's left open wide,
For all to see and feel.
A place where emotions collide,
And wounds refuse to heal.
It's like a funeral procession,
Where mourners all attend.
Only it's your mind that's the possession,
And you're the one who's left to fend.
The casket sits there open,
For everyone to see.
A mind that's broken,
And a heart that's not free.
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Since everything in existence keeps happening to me I'm gonna give myself an extend period of time to bounce back like I usually do, if I don't then I guess that's it for me, my dad will have to bury his last born and my "friends" will have to go to another funeral.
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What i want to die in 🎀
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Name: Caleb Ellsworth
Species: Zombie
Occupation: Groundskeeper at Nichols' Funeral Home
Age: 42 Years Old
Played By: Nash
Face Claim: Daniel Sharman
"It’s not murder if it’s keeping people safe…right?"
TW: Domestic abuse, unsanitary, alcoholism
From the moment Caleb was born he was destined for a life of solitude. With his biological mother being too young to care for him properly and her parents urging her to do what they thought was the right thing, Caleb was given up to live within the foster system of Wicked’s Rest. To anyone else this was the best option for all parties involved but Caleb would be the first one to tell those people how wrong they were. In his mind, growing up with a young mother who couldn’t afford much but loved him dearly would have been much better than jumping from home to home after each foster parent decided they didn’t want him anymore.
It was his last family that really solidified this idea though. Caleb was seven when he was placed with the Ellsworth’s. At first, life with them wasn’t bad. His foster mother was a nice person who didn’t seem to mind having him around. But as time moved forward, Caleb soon learned that his foster father couldn’t handle his liquor very well. Days in the household were fantastic but when night came around and the drinking started that was when he and the rest of the family would be subjected to the verbal abuse of Gary Ellsworth. With each poisonous word thrown his and his family’s way, hatred for the man would grow more and more. By the time he was sixteen, with all of his older foster siblings having moved out, Caleb was taking the brunt of Gary’s pent up anger, sometimes even being subjected to physical abuse along with words of hatred.
It was around that time when Caleb started to leave the house before Gary could touch a drop of alcohol. He would find places where he could enjoy the peace that he couldn’t get at home and relish in the serenity he received from them. Oddly, cemeteries became his solace. The Nichols family cemetery was one of his favorite places to hang around at night and Mr. Nichols, noticing the lonely boy who stayed well past curfew, started up a friendship that would change the course of Caleb’s life forever.
He was already doing his best to save whatever money he could, but the night he met the patriarch of the Nichol’s clan was when he got his first real work opportunity. Caleb became the groundskeeper for the place he’d come to love so much, taking care of the plots and learning how to get burial sites ready for the funerals that would be held the next day. He saved any money he got for his work until he was old enough to move out of his foster home and Mr. Nichols made sure to keep Caleb employed. Eventually he started doing maintenance around the grounds which led to more work at the funeral home itself.
His first supernatural occurrence happened while working in the cold room one night. Caleb had gotten used to being around the bodies but until that night he’d never seen one come back to life. The supposedly dead person rose and started going after him almost immediately, a bite to his arm tearing his flesh before he was able to use his tools to knock whatever this monstrosity was away from him. Scrambling to his feet, Caleb was somehow able to make it out of the cold room and lock the creature inside before running to get help. But by the time he’d returned with Mr. Nichols the cold room door had been ripped open with nobody left inside. The strange incident was never explained and for a bit Caleb was afraid to go back into the cold storage but he eventually returned after a few years of keeping his distance. Turns out, he should have been more afraid of the people that lurk the cemetery at night.
Caleb Ellsworth died on February 16th, two short days before his thirty-seventh birthday. He’d been preparing a gravesite for a funeral when a noise alerted him to someone coming up from behind. His world went black as he was turning around to greet who he thought was a friend but was instead a graverobber looking for an easy steal. The robber had hit him with his own shovel and continued to beat him with it until Caleb took his last breath. Strange thing death is. The boy had always thought that once you died that was the end so it shocked him when he was suddenly standing over the body of the person who had killed him, the man’s brains now settling in Caleb’s stomach.
It took a while for Caleb to adjust to being a zombie but over the years he certainly learned how to thrive. His job became a lifesaver while trying to work out his food supply. Not only was he able to feed himself but soon enough he started supplying the majority of Wicked’s Rest’s zombie population with brains from the ‘clients’ coming through the funeral home. All was going well, well enough that Caleb should have known the other shoe would drop eventually.
His first murder was a complete accident. Someone had come upon him one night while he was re-burying a body and in an attempt to stop them from going to the police Caleb had accidentally pushed them head first into a headstone on the grounds. He’d done what he could to try and revive them but the person was gone. In a panic, he did his best to clean up the area and buried the body with the one he’d been working on previously but blood was still detected in the grass not long after. With the police now keeping an eye on the area, he has to be careful about the bodies he steals and his stock is quickly starting to run dry. He can’t let the zombie population starve, too many lives would be lost, but the only other thing he can think to do to help restock is…kill someone himself.
Character Facts:
Personality: Introverted, kind, fearful, self sustaining, neurotic, compassionate, resourceful
When his mother gave him up, she did so by abandoning him at a local foster home without leaving a name. All she left behind with him was a letter stating why she couldn’t keep him. As a result, he’s had several last names over the years, each one changing when he went to a new foster home. If you remember him by another name, that would be why.
He tried living on animal brains for a couple of months but he started to feel bad for the animals he was killing.
Caleb looked up to Mr. Nichols, considering him a father figure until his recent death. He’s taking it a little hard, especially with the new trouble he’s getting himself into. Not that he could tell the man that he was a zombie but it had been nice to have someone around who was in his corner.
Caleb secretly feels some sort of satisfaction when it comes to murdering people. This feeling is buried deep, deep down but with each person he takes out the more it rises to the surface. It’s as if all his pent up aggression is able to release with each person he snuffs a life from and oh boy does he have a lifetime of said aggression stored away.
Never in his life did he think he would be considering murder to keep himself and other zombies fed. Now that he is though he’s strictly considering murdering people who are no good to society. He would never dream of hurting someone who never deserved it (at least no on purpose) but he knows even sticking with criminals and degenerates doesn’t make him any less guilty.
#bio#taken#taken undead#undead#zombie#taken zombie#open casket#daniel sharman#domestic abuse tw#unsanitary tw#alcoholism tw
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My mom said to me “who are all these people messaging you? I thought you said you have no friends.”
My response: “I have people who would come to my funeral, but no one to carry the casket.”
She thought this was a genuinely great way to describe acquaintances. I personally have no clue how I came up with this analogy
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