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
So my mom doesn’t believe in my financial stability and doesn’t want me seeing my gf for the holidays.
I got the money and I don’t mind tightening my belt.
Just gonna sit here and tear up because fuck it.
Gonna call waffle house later because fuck it all I need a better paying job now.
Then again my parents will bitch at me for it.
Why not just blow my brains out already, hmm?
There can be no triumph without loss. No victory without suffering. No freedom without sacrifice.
His ledger is always balanced. In for a penny, in for a pound. His price list is never a game of risk and reward. Some come to him so desperate he demands all the gold they’re good for. He whispers. Their loved ones whisper back. They will never say everything that those left behind to live wish to hear. Others smile in a way that makes him chuckle. He works his craft for free then. There’s no need for him to bleed them dry when the monsters they want summoned will do the job for him.
His nights may be lonely- but he’s never longed for any company besides the dead.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS CAT BEFORE
HER NAME IS TAMA
AND SHE’S THE STATIONMASTER AT A TRAIN STATION IN JAPAN
SHE GREETS ALL THE PASSENGERS
AND SHE HAS HER OWN OFFICE
AND SHE’S PAID IN CAT FOOD
AND SHE IS A FUCKING EXECUTIVE OF A FUCKING RAILROAD STATION
AND LOOK AT HER
the trains are decorated with cartoon versions of her since she’s their mascot as well
MAN YOU GOTTA TALK ABOUT THE TRAIN MORE TOO THOUGH!!
FOR ONE THERES A LITTLE LIBRARY INSIDE WITH CHILDREN’S BOOKS!!
AND TAMA THEMED COUCHES AND BACKBOARDS!!!
AND THE FRONT HAS WHISKERS!!!
I MEAN CHECK THIS OUT!!
A TAMA CAFE!! AN ENTIRE TAMA GIFTSHOP!! TAMA NOTEBOOKS TAMA BAGS TAMA EARRINGS MORE TAMA STUFF I NEVER GOT PICTURES OF!! THERE IS SO MUCH TAMA !! THIS GODDAMN CAT!!
This cat has done more in her life than I ever will with mine. Dang.
the cat of the raaaailwaaay traaain