After marriage, however, this gentleman neglected, and, perhaps, even more positively ill-treated her. Having passed with him some wretched years, she died, -- at least her condition so closely resembled death as to deceive every one who saw her. She was buried -- not in a vault, but in an ordinary grave in the village of her nativity.
Edgar Allan Poe
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
The Premature Burial
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Great pic.
So she didn't even fight? This gives me the chills.
I'd imagine if being buried alive was an early form of capital punishment that there would have been a lot less murders on this earth.
Looks like a farm on interstate 301 in Maryland and Virginia! Spooky!
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