Bet that wasn't awkward at all.

Really though, that site helped me to understand why the old folks I know are so fucked up. If these pics are anything to go by they've been through some weird shit.

I'm surprised there isn't more of those pictures of dressed up corpses the Victorians used to love to do. Maybe they're just not weird enough for the site, which is saying something.

Is it just me, or did Halloween costumes transcend terrifying prior to the advent of color photography?

Also, this caused grievous and unrelenting horripilation:



Makes me think Little Red Riding Hood and the big bad wolf were scheming Grandma outta her life insurance or something.

"Gramma's house is right down that path.  She doesn't lock the door, so you should be able to get in pretty easily.  Once you're in, take her out.  I don't care how you do it.  In fact, I don't even want to know.  Just throw on her flannels and hop into bed.  I'll be around shortly and we can move into phase two of the plan."