Me, I Guess

“Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.”

“A woman called Chaos, she was the earth inebriate, without form, a thing of ripped green flesh and forests in crooked wooden dance and water in a wine drunk on itself and boulders bumping into foolish clouds.”

as seen in guillermo del toro’s frankenstein, the mid-19th-century fisk coffin, also known as the fisk metallic burial case, featured an airtight seal and cast-iron construction designed to slow decay and preserve the body for viewing and long-distance transportation. developed by almond dunbar fisk in 1848, these coffins were marketed as sanitary, modern, and protective against grave robbers. their distinctive anthropoid (body-shaped) form, glass viewing plate, and metal shell reflected both victorian fascination with death and the growing influence of medical science at the time.