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Hannibal Lecter maybe?
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That’s a “no-brainer”
LOL my father was a forensic anthropologist. He quite literally boiled skulls and other bones. The university had an old house off campus which housed his bug boxes and huge caldron (after the bugs did their job). If the neighbors knew what was going on in that house. He also had a skeleton in a closet. All wired together and hanging on a hook. As kids we got a kick out of going to his office and shaking the skeletons hand.
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But in his case it wasn't a metaphor for, well, whatever...
Yep Dad's skeleton in the closet was a long standing family joke. One of the few people who could legitimately be proud of their hidden "skeletons"But in his case it wasn't a metaphor for, well, whatever...
Funny story, many years ago my father was called by the police to examine a potential crime site where the remains of a body were found. Seems several high school students skipped class to go to the nearby park and while smoking or doing whatever.. noticed a rather dead body sitting under a tree. Police came and called my father to supervise the excavation. Since this was a potential crime scene video cameras were running, and not surprising these jobs are always a bit tense. So they are working and my father finds that the body was wearing a watch. He picked it up cleaned off the face and seeing it was still working immediately looked straight into the camera, held up the watch and announced "Timex takes a licking and keeps on ticking" exactly like the then current commercials certainly broke the tension!
The watch was a Timex and since it was still on winter time helped solve what had happened. Seems it was one of those sad people on the edge of society got drunk in the winter and froze to death under the tree. No one ever reported him missing and I don't think they ever figured out exactly who he was.
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I can appreciate the story, sir! The man who taught me the craft of photography had been the photographer for the Medical Examiner of Baltimore before returning to his ancestral Ohio home, to run the photo studio of his recently deceased mother. His "library" of bizarre images was, mmm, impressive to me as a young teen. A few years later he hired me as his summer assistant at Trumbull Memorial hospital in Warren Ohio, when I was a college junior. By that time I'd been well indoctrinated/immunized with regards to human corpses and/or biopsy bits, having been a working newspaper photog in the interim, shooting crashes and crime scenes aplenty. Your dad's reaction with the Timex had me laughing out loud. In the mid-eighties I told a pal who'd just graduated from Daytona's School of Photography, on his hesitance to accept an offered position to become a medical photog at Tampa General, that all it would do is change his sense of humor. He didn't quite get my reference then but took the job. To this day he will recall that conversation and in retrospect laughingly agree.
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I recall hearing that Timex got various testimonials over the years that they simply could not use - as in "they just pulled my loved one's body from under the ice and the watch was still running."
Having grown up with exposure to many incidents and some rather unusual family friends... I resemble that remark. Discussing the latest murder or catastrophe rather in detail over dinner was not unusual.
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In the 80s my dad was a volunteer firefighter in the small burg of Crestone Colorado. One day, late in the morning, they got a call about a body, my dad and another guy went out there to keep an eye on the scene while they waited for the sheriff and the ME to come out from Saguache. Now Sagauche is only about forty minutes from Crestone but this body was about an hour up a Jeep trail in a very scenic location. This man had apparently picked the location to off himself for the view. The body was situated on a rock which had a terrific view overlooking the valley. Next to the body was a shotgun, a half eaten sandwich, a zip lock bag with a few oreos in it, and a suicide note. By the time the Sheriff and the ME got there it was early afternoon. The ME, when he had finished with his examination of the body, turned to the other three men and said "Is anyone going to eat those oreos? I was heading out the door for lunch when I got this call and I'm hungry."
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I thought Detectives only ate hot dogs from a street vendor, maybe they're just TV detectives I'm thinking of!
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Columbo always liked a good bowl of chili too.I thought Detectives only ate hot dogs from a street vendor, maybe they're just TV detectives I'm thinking of!
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How could I have forgotten that! One of my favorites, no one I know of could ever have played his part any better.
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Agreed- I still watch the reruns!How could I have forgotten that! One of my favorites, no one I know of could ever have played his part any better.
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As a photog in my later teens I kept a scanner and a CB radio on a lot. An incident came over the scanner one evening about a nasty auto crash just a quarter-mile from the house, a fifty MPH four-lane highway with a traffic light at a four way intersection. I was there ahead of the ambulances, the police knew me by that time so I had full access. I did all the shots of the intersection, the two cars involved and occupants. The guy who'd apparently run the light, T-boning the second car broadside was unconscious and a woman passenger in the second as well. Second car was a family; mom, dad and a small child in the back seat. The kid was quiet and likely stunned. For whatever reason I took a photo of the child's pacifier on the rear seat amid a pile of shattered glass. Some time later a lawyer contacted me to get photos of the scene for the father, who'd unfortunately lost his wife and was suing the other fella and the insurance company. After seeing all the pictures the lawyer requested a large, poster sized blow-up of that pacifier shot along with 8x10's of the rest. I found out later the court was quite harsh on the driver AND the insurance company mainly due to that one image. I found it bizarre.