Thai authorities want drunk drivers to "feel the pain, so that they may understand and attain a good conscience."
When someone dies, their debt doesn't just disappear—and in some cases, debt collectors resort to bullying, deception, and manipulation in order to get the money they're owed.
Turns out there's more than one way to sexualize a corpse.
Four incidents in one week highlight just how hard it is to maintain the air of dignity we insist on from our corpse-mobiles.
Headstones today are as boring and lifeless as the bodies that lie beneath. But in the past, headstones were a way to show the person's personality with quotes, miniature sculptures, and elaborate artwork.
Death in Alaska is complicated, but this guy seems to have it figured out.
In a world where photos of corpses can circulate around the internet and cause distress to grieving families, does it make sense to formally ban anyone taking pictures of dead bodies?
We talked to Daniella Marcantoni, a licensed embalmer and makeup artist for the deceased, about how she works to make corpses look a little less lifeless.
After collecting her dead body on the day she died, police found out that 90-year-old Caryl Vanzo's son had taken her to the bank earlier that day to take out money in her name.
"We are entrenched in the idea that dead bodies are dangerous, and we are entrenched in the idea that it is better to have professionals do it... American death is a really recent invention."
Dapper Cadaver is where the prop masters of your favorite movies and TV shows shop. Sure you could make your own corpses from scratch, but when there's a shop that offers medically realistic dead bodies, not just of humans, but of all creatures great and
Robert Coover's new novel, The Brunist Day of Wrath, is a sequel to his 1966 debut, The Origin of the Brunists. You may be wondering: Why did he wait so long to write a sequel? Is it possible to enjoy the new book without reading the old…
I recently heard about Berlin's Café Strauss because it allows one to enjoy coffee and cake in an unexpectedly peaceful place: the cemetery. Drinking coffee among dead people is a new experience around here. They even host birthday parties (for the living…
As much as I despise the thought that all this post-death doing is killing what was wonderful about what had been, it is a good reminder to anybody that what you do or say or create often only begins to define what you always are.
I haven't cried for a patient in over five years. I worry I've become a cold-hearted bitch who makes small children scream, jabs old ladies with needles, and remains unfazed in the face of relentless suffering.
Twitter offers limited space with only enough room for pithy aphorisms and trite homilies, but with Facebook you can mourn someone's death incessantly.