Word spread, and in no time people from all over the world were stopping by just to gawk at the abused corpse of some random immigrant. This wasn't a pharaoh, a king, or even a celebrity -- this was just "some dude." We're not even completely sure what his name was: Various sources have called him "Concetto Farmica," "Forenzio Concippo," "Frezzo Consceppo," or "Formico Cansetto." Of course, this being turn-of-the-century America, casual racism triumphed over all, and most visitors just called him Spaghetti. No, seriously -- they really called him that. The fact that there isn't some sort of mysterious plague wiping out their descendants right now is perhaps the most definitive proof that the supernatural does not exist.
Spaghetti stayed on display for more than 60 years until the Funeral Directors Association decided to give Cancetto a proper burial. The McDougald heir put him in a bronze coffin and, for some reason, poured two tons of cement on it. Hey, we know we just proved that ghosts aren't real, but you treat a dude's body like that for six decades and you hedge your bets a little, you know?
Stay dead, Spaghetti. Non-zombified carnies are scary enough.
The Lovesick Airport Hobo
Hiroshi Nohara landed in Mexico City's international airport in 2008, plopped his ass down in a chair, and refused to leave for the next four months.
Why? We wish we could tell you. When asked, he simply replied, "I have no reason." He was totally allowed to leave -- his visa let him roam free in Mexico for up to six months. He also had an open ticket letting him return to Tokyo at any time. Employees who got to speak with Nohara at length said that he'd been having "love problems," and if there's one thing we humans love, it's cynically exploiting the drama of strangers.
It was exactly like that Tom Hanks film, Apollo 13.
In a short time, Nohara became a local tourist draw. People came up to him to take pictures, have a chat, or buy him a hot meal. All this despite the fact that it's unlikely Nohara had showered once since settling at the airport.
Hmm, we wonder why he had all those "love problems" in the first place?
"Cool, now get one of us peeing on him. He won't mind!"
Nohara's fame as an international hobo of merit grew until a Japanese woman named Oyuki invited him to visit her in her Mexico City apartment. Nohara left the airport immediately and never went back, although we do want to point out that Oyuki already had a husband at the time, so there probably wasn't a happy ending for everybody. Then again, who knows? If Oyuki had two hands and her husband had an open mind ...
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