Saturday, September 11, 2010

Ed Gein's big mistake

If you or I were to exhume a long-dead body in search of bone fragments for trophies, we would be held up to public obloquy as ghouls or monsters of morbidity. Or so I hear from a friend. One can only get away with grave-robbing if there is a religious connection:
The coffin itself will not only be disinterred, but opened so that 'relics' from Newman's body, which may be bones from his fingers or fragments of cloth from his priestly vestments, may be taken in order to distribute and display in other Catholic churches.
Of course it is no skin off my nose* if the English authorities give a special dispensation to a delegation of god-botherers to desecrate graves as part of a public-relations exercise. Amongst the Brits, however, questions have been asked about the propriety of exhuming and re-interring the late Newman, whose own wishes were quite definite about sharing the grave of his long-time companion in life:
Subsequently, the Cardinal repeated on no fewer than three occasions his firm desire to be buried with his friend. He wrote the following just weeks before his death in the summer of 1890. 'I wish, with all my heart, to be buried in Father Ambrose St John's grave... I give this as my last, my imperative will.'
Catholic spokesmen insisted "that Newman would have been glad to submit to the wishes of the Vatican in whatever they asked, no matter his previous wishes". Rather than "ventriloquise the dead" [phrase © Christopher Hitchens], the original plan had been to use puppetry of the corpus instead, attaching ropes to the hands and feet of Newman's corpse so it could be manipulated through a jerky interpretative dance of acceptance, to a soundtrack of Spencer Tracy singing "You should see me dance the polka."

Sadly, the supermarionation option was not available due to Newman having become as one with the soil:
the exhumation revealed that Newman had been buried in a wooden coffin and his body had completely decomposed; there were no human remains. The only artefacts retrieved, including an inscription plate, were wooden, brass and cloth.
The resurrection team were not fastidious and made do with a sample of humus in which Newman's DNA intermingled with that of Father St John (plus countless invertebrate, protozoan and prokaryote life-forms).

Newman was nominated as Most Valuable Player basically to flatter and encourage other English persons to follow his career path from the anglican church to the catholic one. However, in a kind of cargo-cult version of science, the process for telling God whom to promote to the upper echelons of Heaven requires an evidentiary basis. In Newman's case this consists of a report that praying to him cured a backache: “The following morning I woke up and the pain was gone”.

Needing another miracle before he can be promoted to sainthood, the Vatican is considering a case involving "severe head injuries suffered in a car accident after invoking Cardinal Newman".
Government Health Warning:
Invocations can Imperil your Health
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There is also debate in England about spending money on the Pope when he visits the UK to perform Newman's beatification. Some feel that he should be afforded all the courtesies of a formal state visit. Others suggest the hospitality of six feet of English soil a standard 3m x 3m x 5m cell.

There is no truth to the claim that Catholics like to commemorate victories over anglicism by building a chapel on the site of each conversion.

* Just as well, since the skin-grafts are still tender since the Extreme Cocktails session at the Old Entomologist last month pushed the boundaries of flammability.

26 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

There is no truth to the claim that Catholics like to commemorate victories over anglicism by building a chapel on the site of each conversion.

Au contraire, mon frère!

BBBB and I are planning on building Victory Monasteries everywhere.
~

Smut Clyde said...

a 17-year-old New Hampshire resident, who fully recovered from severe head injuries suffered in a car accident after invoking Cardinal Newman.

Just repeating the punchline in case ANYONE MISSES IT.

Jennifer said...

Fine, taunt the chedderhead zombie...

Substance McGravitas said...

Doesn't count. The kid was repeating "CANDYMAN" and the ghost of Cardinal Newman misheard.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

One can only get away with grave-robbing if there is a religious connection:

Back in the 20th Century, I was in the Basilica of St Anthony in Padua, which has the saint's tongue on prominent display, and I wondered how they knew he'd be a "heavy hitter of holiness". Also, who the hell goes to get his tongue?

"Brother Athanasius, take the cadaver to the lopitorium!"

BBBB and I are planning on building Victory Monasteries everywhere.

As a "Shane MacGowan" Catholic, I'm planning on building Victory Pubs.

Unknown said...

http://www.boardcollector.com/
I say restore him, nah leave him as is, nah more money restored...a quandary fo' sure.

mikey said...

So there was this Major, we'll call him Major Hottentot, who believed that ACTIVITY was every bit a substitute for ACTION, and as long as he had all the parts of the battalion in motion he was "doing something important" and would therefore eventually be promoted to Colonel.

As a part of his brilliant career strategy, my Company was instructed to walk from one firebase on the Cambodian border to another, a dozen clicks south, just outside the Fishhook and also on the border.

But of course, terrain knows no politics, and as we tried to follow the border, we wandered in and out of Cambodia, got lost, couldn't get resupply and began to take casualties from the conditions. Of course, that's when the NVA decided to fuck with us.

Following a pretty well-used track, even though it was a bad idea and radios were intermittent at best, they started dropping mortars on us. We went to ground in a cemetery, 120 guys burrowing into the ground behind burial mounds and suspiciously loose earth, setting up the 60s and placing Company HQ in the center of the perimeter.

Once they had us pinned down, they started dropping heavier stuff on our position. In a cemetery. You can guess what happened next. Yep. The rounds started unearthing decomposing remains, flipping them out of their graves and into our positions. And with tracers flashing overhead and shrapnel burning through the air, the LAST thing you wanted to do was get up and move. So you laid there, cozied up with a dood who'd been in the ground for a few years, well past ripe, most of the meat rotted off, filled with worms and bugs, and utterly worthless in a fight.

In the ordered list of things that give me nightmares, that's number three. Which tells you all you need to know about why my life sucks.

W/V is armor. Yeah, tell me that now, but where were you when I chose cavalry?

Unknown said...

And I read headstones make for wicked shrapnel. If nothing's going to tell you about irony, that would no?

brien, he's not the messiah.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

A zombie was my wing man.
~

Jennifer said...

I'll taunt the cheddarheaded zombie with a damn typo...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

didn't notice, Jennifer.

Jennifer said...

You're slipping. :)

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Today would have been a better day if the Bear had lost.

Unknown said...

Bear never loses http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_uiUpvy5ZE

Hamish Mack said...

If someone, you know, a person, was to have Newman reburied in the middle of a, oh I don't know, Westham United soccer ground, would that give the team, magic special powers? Could they, for instance, score goals and even win a game??? Yes I know that there are limits to all powers but...

Unknown said...

God does not play soccer.

eprifit, the new fat speed drug

Smut Clyde said...

Newman reburied in the middle of a, oh I don't know, Westham United soccer ground, would that give the team, magic special powers? Could they, for instance, score goals and even win a game???

MYTH-BUSTERS EPISODE!!

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

there's no hyphen in Mythbusters, Smutty.

At least not the American kind. WHO KNOWS how you folks do things down there.

mikey said...

Lack of a hyphen does not, in and of itself, provide proof of non-virginity, as any number of normal physical activities can result in a torn or missing hyphen.

However, it is the case that should one wish, for emotional or philosophical reasons to once again have a complete, intact hyphen, there are surgical...

Huh? It's not? It is?

Oh.

Please carry on...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Please carry on...

I thought we were.

Hamish Mack said...

The presence of a hyphen also does not mean that you are not a bloody idiot eg. Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Unknown said...

The presence of a gryphon does mean that the day will go differently.

Substance McGravitas said...

The presence of a hyphen makes JanusNode output funnier.

Russel-Malika Erlinda the War Bat
Materially Hottentot-Thrive
Ethan Enlargements-Quarantining the Warhorse
Cro Raul-Gujarat the Professional Dominant
Patricia-Jonelle Jackie

Hamish Mack said...

So that's what happened to Ethan Enlargements. We had lost contact after we made "Pepperoni Delivery boy XXVI",

mikey said...

Probably for the best, AK, now that they've had to quarantine the warhorse, nudge, nudge, know what I'm saying, wink wink...

Smut Clyde said...

Cro Raul-Gujarat the Professional Dominant
I still have hir card somewhere.