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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.”
Maybe I’m a giant asshole, but I just have a really hard time trusting people born in the 90’s.
I am a dating Pariah.
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"Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions."
There is some strange cat politics going on in my house right now. It’s like The Real World Tucson, when cats stop being polite and start getting real. The new ones give no fucks to the old ones who still hiss at them. Sometimes they can be in the same room. Clancey like to unplug my fan and when I got up to yell at him Abby, who was laying next to me walked up to him and hissed and walked away. I was like Abby, its one thing when I scold him, but that was uncalled for. It was like she had my back and was like “yeah!”
Then today Dorian was laying on the bath and one of the new cats was by the door of the bathroom. I stared petting it and she watched for a minute then turned away as if to say, “Fuck you, I’m not going to watch this shit.”
