GraveDigger

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to a 103
A hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full o'posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

Little Mikey Carson '67 to '75
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Oh, 1940 to 1992

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

- Dave Matthews

Flea Market Finds

went to my favourite flea market this morning, picked up some more pictures for the collection, didn't spot any unrecognised postmortems, but that hardly ever happens, anyway here is what I did buy, I particularly love the family group with the terrifying woman sat at the front

Memorial Cards

My Dad got out his collection of Victorian memorial cards, mainly of our family, I thought I would share them here, I love their gothic elegance
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Spirits

I am super poor at the moment, and running out of pictures in my collection that I haven't used before. I was looking to have poorer children in this one, so I have used some pictures from www.shorpy.com for the childrens bodies and the heads of the middle two Children.

Death part 2

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;

Death

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul

Oh, Death

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

postmortem detail

I loved enhancing the childs face in my last post, so I am going to do the same with my favourite post mortem from my collection, there is no question here that she is dead though. I now have 7 post mortem photos, which I think is pretty good considering how expencive they can be

Original photo



detail - this gives me the shivers



I have reduced myself to tears so many times while going through my collection, i'm odd. But then again whats the point of collecting something unless it moves or effects you deeply