If you die in Los Angeles and nobody cares enough about you to claim your body—or can't pay the fees to do so—you wind up at the LA County Crematorium Cemetery.
So her lawyer now has to go up against animal rights groups and any human beings who don't want to see a living dog killed and put in the ground.
Bureaucratic obstacles are making it next to impossible for families to find their lost loved ones, or even learn where they died.
In 2014, bodies turned up in weird places, people had complicated feelings about suicide, and the circumstances of our eventual deaths became disturbingly clear.
The gunman who seized a cafe in downtown Sydney has reportedly been killed by police, but not before two hostages were killed (and four wounded). Here's how it played out online.
"At midnight on Christmas Eve I was driving from LA to San Diego and back with 11 corpses. I was Santa Claus and they were my reindeer."
"It's quite nice to be able to turn around to the police and say, 'I'm sorry, but you've got a murder here.'"
I spoke with Dr. Faye Girsh about her experience as an "exit guide," work that—across much of the country—occupies a legal gray area between freedom of speech and murder.
My sister and I helped the mortician prepare him for his coffin. We dressed him into his best suit, combed his hair—it felt like a last favor for him.
I spoke to Tate Modern curator Simon Baker about Conflict, Time, Photography, a new exhibition featuring the work of Don McCullin, Simon Norfolk, and Chloe Dewe Mathews.
With her critically acclaimed debut feature-length film, Jennifer Kent wants to show that horror movies can explore serious issues.
In the wake of the terrifyingly random death of a man pushed in front of a train, some are wondering if more could be done to prevent transit-related fatalities in New York City.
The author of Stone Butch Blues, one of the only depictions of masculine lesbian life to cross over into mainstream popularity, succumbed to Lyme disease on November 15.
Adnan Abdul Latif was a Yemeni citizen who died in Guantánamo in 2012. Here, he is remembered by his friend, Emad Hassan.
John Goodman's screwball comedy is pure fucking evil.
In the wake of yesterday's sad day of racing, we look back at the sad and weirdly engineered lives of Admire Rakti and Araldo.
They're cheap, they're legal, and they're easy to get a hold of. But how dangerous are drugs like Valium, Xanax, and Tramadol?
On Saturday Brittany Maynard, the 29-year-old right-to-die advocate, ended her life as promised, after battling a terminal brain tumor.
As many Mexicans feel removed from their political and religious leaders, the country has seen an increase in modern religious cults. Santa Muerte is the patron saint of criminals, prostitutes, drug addicts, and all those overlooked by society.
I spent three months comatose and hooked up to a life support machine after being run over by a car on New Years Day 2010.
The stones were "recycled" by the Communist Party after World War II to build houses, roads, and gardens in Brest, Belarus.
When I was seven, I created a 24-page book of drawings in which people were being horrifically murdered, but I turned out OK.
Historical Western witches, modern tribal witches, green witches, and the sexy contemporary ones all get lumped together into some curious mismatched sports team. You can spend days wondering which witch is which. But here's the thing: you don't want to b…
I talked with the site's founder, Carla Valentine, about the difficulties of dating when you're around corpses all day and why morticians might make great boyfriends.