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Tuesday, April 13, 2021

The Gruesome History of Making Human Skeletons

Here are some instructions for preparing human bones for display, from circa 1543: 

Step 1. Acquire a corpse. No, no hints about where or how. You’re on your own there. 

8 comments:

  1. I learned all about skeletons years ago when I was going out with a babe suffering from Anorexia Nervosa.

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    1. I'll take "Things That Go 'Bump' In The Night" for $500.00, Alex.

      Ed

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    2. What's the difference between Calista Flockhart and a counterfeit dollar bill?
      One's a phony buck...

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  2. Nowadays you can just 3D print a whole skeleton. My son built his own 3D printer and I had him print me a glow-in-the-dark skull from a 3D model created by a real CAT scan. He also was in charge of all the 3D printers as a student employee at his University when he was in college and stayed busy printing skeletons for classes. To be fair it does eliminate the fun of grave robbing.

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  3. Personally I prefer to entirely dispose of incriminating evidence.....

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  4. I have some in my closet that I’d rather not talk about.

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  5. I have a human skull. It came from a College's Biology Dept. In the 80's they switched to plastic. Yes, it is legal. It does freak people out at first, then most want to see it and pick it up.

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  6. Way back in the 70's, my hippie Uncle lived in the boonies up in New York State. There was an old mansion up the road from him that was unoccupied. He, being the asshole he was (but I loved him dearly) took my dad up there one day to "look around" the unoccupied house, if you know what I mean. When they got there it appeared that the family burial plot behind the house had been vandalized and people had stolen valuable from the coffins (my dad and uncle had choice words for them so that's when I learned that doing that was worse than the possession they were looking at in the house). There was a skull, and my hippie uncle, still processing having been in nam, took it. Next time we visited him, my uncles hippie artist friend had painted that skull some funky, black light neon colors and had it on a mantle. My mom refuse to go in room and gave my uncle hell for that (she's a devout catholic). Damn, I long for those good old days. The only time in the years I knew my dad that he blatantly broke a law. And you know what, it didn't make him any less in my eyes.

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