...this large pit can be seen from above as a 20ft sheer drop, and a health and safety nightmare. Previously, this hollow was open to the public by means of a large ramp, but decades of dodgy cemetery partying has resulted in a large metal gate blocking the way, with access regulated by official tours alone.
Plastic flowers may last longer, but discolour and weather over time and similarly must be replaced. However, Victorian ‘Immortelles’ (from the French word for ‘everlasting’) offered a more lasting floral graveside option.
After experiencing the death of a loved one, our mourning practises may include collecting mementos...and a full-sized effigy of the deceased.
The photo of The Brown Lady of Raynham hall is not just one of Britain’s most famous spectral photographs, but world-renowned. Since its development in 1936, the ghostly image of the Brown Lady descending the stairs of the Norfolk country house has been widely circulated irrefutable proof of ghosts’ existence.
While sounding like a high-school punk band, screaming skulls are a not-uncommon element woven through the rich British tapestry of haunted body parts.
This week on ‘Burials and Beyond’, how to dispose of a body. As much as I’d delight in upholding such a click-bait-y introduction, clarification is – sadly – imminent. Unless you’re inclined to murder and subsequent concealment, any deceased individual will pass through a chain of death professionals before they meet their final resting place.... Continue Reading →
Hidden catacombs, purifying businessmen, sinking graves and a stone family tree... must be Birmingham!
Like many counties, Lincolnshire celebrates an annual open churches festival, in which numerous small villages open their church doors to visitors with a cup of tea and a frightening array of cakes and jams. One of the churches involved in celebrations was the unassuming-looking parish church of St Michael in the tiny village of Glentworth.... Continue Reading →
As ‘Burials and Beyond’ is first and foremost, a personal blog, I hope you’ll indulge me as I recount my recent experiences in Finland, remembering the dead at Christmas-time. On Christmas Day 2017, I found myself not at home with my family, but around 1000 miles away in Helsinki, Finland. It is a... Continue Reading →