Wednesday, September 3, 2008

I long for this kind of adoration

Necrophilia and psychosis, be damned.  This man truly loved his lady and I think its totally romantic:

When a beautiful young woman named Elena Hoyos died from tuberculosis in Florida in 1931, her life as a misused object of desire began. Her admirer, a local X-ray technician who called himself Count Carl von Cosel, paid for Hoyos to be embalmed and buried in a mausoleum above ground. Then, in 1933, the crafty Count stole Elena’s body and hid it in his home. During the next seven years, he worked to preserve her corpse, replacing her flesh as it decayed with hanger wires, molded wax, and plaster of Paris. He even slept beside Elena’s body in bed—that is, until her family discovered her there. In the ensuing media circus, more than 6,000 people filed through the funeral home to view Elena before she was put to rest. Her family buried her in an unmarked grave so that von Cosel couldn’t find her, but that didn’t stop his obsession. Von Cosel wrote about Elena for pulp fiction magazines and sold postcards of her likeness until he was found dead in his home in 1952. Near his body was a life-size wax dummy made to look just like Elena.

Read the full story on Count Carl Von Cosel, here: 

I was seriously empathetic. Not that I'd sleep next to a corpse or want someone sleeping next to mine.  Right? 

PS - I think its insanely amusing that someone who referred to himself as "Count" lived in Zephyrhills.

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