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Morbid Fact Du Jour For October 17, 2013

Today’s Bloodstained Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

St. Luke’s Episcopal Church and its white marble mausoleum were built by John Craigmiles in the name of his daughter Nina. Nina Craigmiles died at age seven on St. Luke’s Day, October 18, 1871. Nina and her grandfather were taking a buggy ride through the city streets, and Nina was allowed to drive. She enjoyed travelling at dangerously high speeds, and that day was no exception. Unfortunately, the buggy was hit by a train and Nina died instantly.

Nina’s body was later interred in the St. Luke’s mausoleum, and soon after red stains began to appear on the marble blocks. The blocks were replaced but the stains returned.

Nina’s parents suffered a second tragic loss not long after Nina’s death; a baby boy was born to them but died nameless after only a few hours. In 1899 Nina’s father John died of blood poisoning after a fall on the ice, and in 1928, her mother Adelia was killed after being struck by a car.

After each member of the Craigmiles family was interred in the mausoleum, red stains again appeared on the marble, and persisted even when the blocks were cleaned or replaced.

Culled from: Find a Grave
Generously submitted by: Aimee

These are the kind of places I put on my bucket list.

Morbid Fact Du Jour For October 16, 2013

Today’s Dark and Grayish Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Pure arsenic is a dark, grayish element, classed among the heavy metal poisons, often found in ores extracted from mines.  It easily combines with other naturally occurring chemicals; heated with oxygen, for instance, it becomes a white crumbly powder.  White arsenic was a favorite of some of history’s most feared poisoners.  At the top of the list were Lucretia and Cesare Borgia, feared in fifteenth-century Italy for their ruthless mixture of politics and poison.  The Borgias used white arsenic preferentially but experimented with different ways to make it more deadly.  The would cook it into a more intense solution, mixing it with other poisons.  They eventually created a poison they called la canterella, which according to legend was so dangerous that the formula was destroyed after their deaths.

Basic arsenic is also deadly.  The first recorded case of homicide with the pure element of arsenic was reported in 1740, when a girl poisoned her father and three sisters by serving them a dish of dried pears that had been boiled in water containing rocky ore from a nearby mine. But for criminal uses, white arsenic is a better tool, slipped easily into food or drink.  Its useful murderous properties explained why, centuries after the Borgias, the poison earned another nickname: the inheritance powder.

Culled from: The Poisoner’s Handbook

Morbid Fact Du Jour For October 15, 2013

Today’s Collapsed Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

It was just after ten A.M. on Thursday, April 27, 1978. Work was well underway on Tower #2 at the Allegheny Power Station in Willow Island, West Virginia. The “natural draft” cooling tower was to be 430 feet tall when completed. Carpenters, electricians, ironworkers and concrete workers were busy on a huge scaffold inside the unfinished tower. The scaffold was bolted to the concrete after the wooden forms were removed, and was thus able to move higher as each level of concrete was poured. A crane sat atop the scaffold, hauling buckets of wet concrete up as needed. At ten A.M. the tower had risen to 168 feet, and the day’s third load of wet concrete was on its way up to be poured.

Without warning, the hoist cable went slack, and the crane tipped over toward the inside of the tower. The men working on the ground inside barely had time to dive under the truck ramp or move to the center before the concrete interior began to fall, spiraling down “more or less like you would peel an apple” as one police officer put it. The entire scaffold came thundering down in an avalanche of concrete, wooden forms and steel rods.

There were 51 men working on the scaffolding. All were killed instantly. Some were so badly damaged they could only be identified by the contents of their pockets. The men who’d been working on the ground survived. Rescue squads who arrived at the site found there was nothing for them to do, nobody to rescue; there were only the dead to be recovered.

The close-knit rural community of Pleasants County was devastated. Ten of the men killed were members of one family: a man lost his uncle, four brothers and five cousins. Brothers Edgar and Ray Duelley were inseparable, always working together. But on that spring morning, Edgar must have had a premonition. He told his brother “No, Buck, I don’t want to go on that tower” and was working in another area of the site when he heard the roar of the collapse and knew that Ray was gone. An investigation concluded that in an effort to speed up completion of the cooling tower, the concrete was not given time to dry and cure properly, causing it to crumble when the crane fell against it. No criminal charges were filed.

Culled from: Gen Disasters and Wikipedia

Submitted by Aimee

Aimee’s comment: Haste makes waste; a waste of human lives.

Dark Matters

Kali has a television recommendation (I’m a bit late posting this but it’s still relevant… barely):

I recommend the show ‘Dark Matters’ to your audience. If one can get beyond the cheesy theremin in the intro and a little bit of gratuitous sensationalism sprinkled throughout, one might be rewarded with historically accurate bits of weirdness, so far from various parts of the 20th century, some of which have been covered by this site over the years, from the Tuskegee syphilis experiment to the strange tale of Einstein’s brain.

Three seasons of the show have completed. You can watch segments from the show online at the Dark Matters website.

Morbid Fact Du Jour For October 10, 2013

Today’s Oversold Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

On December 28, 1991, a crowd of as many as 3,000 eager fans waited in the cold outside the Holman Gymnasium at City College of New York. They were waiting to be let in to watch an event billed as the Heavy D and Puff Daddy Celebrity Charity Basketball Tournament. Rapper Heavy D and a then relatively unknown Sean Combs would captain the teams, which would be made up of many other famous members of the hip-hop and r&b scenes, and the proceeds would go to an AIDS education charity.

The $12 advance tickets were sold out early and tickets were still being sold at the door for $20. The game was scheduled to begin at six P.M. Access to the gym was through a glass door at street level and then down a short, 12-foot-wide stairway. The gym was already packed with 2,730 fans, though this number is disputed. The game’s scheduled start time came and went, and still tickets were being sold. Finally the game started at seven P.M. and the impatient crowd on the street surged forward.

The glass street door was smashed and people poured into the building lobby.  Those first down the stairs found that only one of the swinging doors into the gym was open, and the other doors opened backward into the stairway.  Those people were pushed forward by the press of bodies behind them, and and the stairway quickly became a death trap as more and more bodies filled it and began spilling onto the gym floor, even as still more people continued to push forward, unaware of what was happening below.

Nine people were crushed to death in the stampede, and scores more were badly injured, including several EMT’s hurt when panicked crowds fought for their services.  A court ruled that blame was divided equally between the venue’s owners and the game’s promoters, Dwight (Heavy D) Myers and Sean (Puff Daddy) Combs.

Culled from: GenDisasters
Submitted by: Aimee

Morbid Fact Du Jour for October 8, 2013

Today’s Troublesome Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

The strait-jacket was frequently used in 19th century English prisons as a punishment for troublesome inmates. The prisoner, his arms tied together on his chest, was strapped into the garment, which was a stiff canvas jacket. Its rigid leather collar, three and a half inches deep and a quarter of an inch thick, was then buckled so tightly that it was impossible to insert a finger between the leather and the flesh, and the strait-jacket would not be removed until many hours had passed.

Women convicts were similarly punished, albeit less severely. Those guilty of willfully tearing their prison clothes were strapped into a dress made of coarse canvas, its removal being prevented by a screw operated fastening at the back of the belt. For more stringent punishement another type of strait-jacket existed. Also made of canvas, it incorporated long black leather sleeves, the closed ends of which were fitted with straps. Once donned, the culprit’s arms were crossed in front of her, the straps at the sleeves’ ends being buckled round and behind her, so rendering her completely helpless.

Culled from: Rack, Rope & Red-Hot Pincers

Morbid Fact Du Jour For October 7, 2013

I’m sorry I’ve been away. I was sick and then I went to Indonesia for a couple weeks to visit my GF who lives there, so I’m just now getting back into the swing of things. While riding the plane from Yogyakarta to Jakarta to Qatar to Chicago, I had ample time to read a very well-written book on airline disasters called, Black Box: Inside the World’s Worst Air Crashes. It’s an easy, fun read, especially when you’re stuck on a plane for 14.5 hours! And today’s fact is lifted from it:

Today’s Limbless Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

Turkish Airlines Flight 981 was a McDonnell Douglas DC-10 that crashed outside Paris, France on 3 March 1974, killing all 346 people on board. The accident, also known as the “Ermenonville air disaster” from the forest where the aircraft crashed, is the deadliest accident involving a DC-10, has the fourth highest aviation death count ever, the second highest death count of a single-plane crash, and was the highest death toll of any crash until the Tenerife airport disaster three years later.

The crash resulted from the rear cargo hatch blowing off, causing decompression and severing cables that left the pilots with almost no control. The hatches used manual procedures to ensure they were locked correctly. Problems with the hatches had previously occurred. Investigation showed that these procedures were open to abuse, by forcing the handle shut without the pins being in place. It was noted that the pins had been filed down, making it easier to close the door, but leaving it less resistant to pressure. Also a support-plate for the handle-linkage had not been installed, although this work had been signed-off. Finally the latching had been performed by a Moroccan baggage-handler who could not read the relevant notices, in Turkish or English. After the disaster, the latches were re-designed and the locking system significantly upgraded.

Captain Jacques Lannier, then commander of the Senlis district of the Gendarmie Nationale, was the first senior officer on the scene. The way Lannier described the scene remains unforgettable, bringing to life the sheer horror behind the crash:

Ermenonville had been turned into a battlefield, it was Verdun after the bloodiest battle… On my left, over a distance of 400 or 500m, the trees were hacked and mangled, most of them charred but not burned. Pieces of metal, brightly-coloured electric wires and clothes were littered all over the ground. In the front of me, in the valley, the trees were even more severely hacked and the wreckage even greater. There were fragments of bodies and pieces of flesh that were hardly recognisable. In front of me, not far from where I stood, there were two hands clasping each other, a man’s hand tightly holding a woman’s hand, two hands which withstood disintegration.

Lannier caught sight of a brain, resting whole and unmarked on a bed of moss and could not prevent a photographer from accidentally stamping the soft mess into a pulp. Not one body was complete.

Although a few heads were still attached to chests, a great many bodies were limbless, bellies were ripped open and their contents emptied. I noticed a woman’s chest had joined a man’s pelvis.

Culled from: Black Box: Inside the World’s Worst Air Crashes

Morbid Fact Du Jour For September 13, 2013

Today’s Beestung Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

An elderly couple died and their son was injured in an attack of bees at their ranch outside Hebbronville on April 18, 2011. William “W.T.” Steele, his wife Myrtle and their son Richard were cleaning the small house they own on ranchland near Jones Ranch, a hunting area in Jim Hogg County. The elder Steele was spraying to kill bees that had built a nest in the fireplace, when the bees swarmed and attacked him, his wife and their son. Their daughter-in-law Judy Steele said her father-in-law must not have realized how large the bees’ nest was. W.T. Steele, 90, was pronounced dead at the scene. Myrtle Steele, 92, was airlifted to a Corpus Christi hospital, about 100 miles away, where she died Tuesday, Judy Steele said, adding her mother-in-law had been stung more than 300 times. Richard Steele, 67, suffered many bee stings to his head and face, she said. He was taken to Laredo Memorial Hospital, about 80 miles from the ranch, and was released Tuesday, April 19, 2011. Judy Steele said there was no cell phone service from her in-law’s ranch and her husband had to drive several miles to the nearest phone, where he called 9-1-1. Then he had to wait at the end of the ranch road so he could lead emergency workers to his injured parents. Jim Hogg sheriff’s deputies said it took about 20 minutes to reach the Steeles, and the ranch house was about 15 miles from the road.

Reyes Espinoza and Diaz Morales of the Jim Hogg sheriff’s department responded to the scene to aid the Steele family. Espinoza said that they arrived without any special uniform to protect them from bee stings. He added that with the help of Richard Steele, they were able to locate Myrtle Steel alive inside the home. “We were getting stung in the process, but we were able to place a blanket over her and take her to an awaiting ambulance — we did what we could,” he said. Espinoza stated that he and Morales returned to the home and located W.T. Steele, who was already dead. He said as of Tuesday evening, the species of bees had not been identified, and that the hive had not been removed from the home. W.T. Steele was a farmer in Santa Rosa, growing cotton, grain and corn, Judy Steele said. When he retired about 30 years ago, and Richard took over the family farm, the Steeles bought the land in Jim Hogg County to raise a few head of cattle and for hunting. Both W.T. and Myrtle were healthy and active people, she said of her in-laws. “My husband feels terrible,” Judy Steele said. “He feels that he didn’t do enough to help his parents.” She added, “We thank the good lord that they died together.”

Culled from: The Monitor
Generously submitted by: Mike Marano

You gotta love the selective thinking in that last sentence. She really had to stretch to find something “good” about The Lord this time, didn’t she?

Morbid Fact Du Jour For September 9, 2013

Today’s Unfortunate Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

An account of a crazed murder committed in 1781, as originally printed in the New York Weekly Magazine.  Shades of “The Shining” in this one!



The enclosed Account I transmit to you for publication, at the particular request of a friend, who is well acquainted with the circumstances that gave rise to it.  It is drawn up by a female hand, and she here relates respecting Mr. Y—- what she knew of him herself, and what she had heard of him in her father’s family, where he had been an occasional visitant; as I have no reason to believe that this transaction has ever appeared in print, you will be pleased to give it a place among your original compositions.


NEW-YORK, May 17, 1796.


The unfortunate subject of my present essay, belonged to one of the most respectable families in this state; he resided a few miles from Tomhanick, and though he was not in the most affluent circumstances, he maintained his family (which consisted of a wife and four children,) very comfortably.  From the natural gentleness of his disposition, his industry, sobriety, probity and kindness, his neighbours universally esteemed him, and until the fatal night when he perpetrated the cruel act, none saw cause of blame in him.

In the afternoon preceding that night, as it was Sunday and there was no church near, several of his neighbours with their wives came to his house for the purpose of reading the scripture and singing psalms; he received them cordially, and when they were going to return home in the evening, he pressed his sister and her husband, who came with the others, to stay longer; at his very earnest solicitation they remained until near nine o’clock, during which time his conversation was grave as usual, but interesting and affectionate: to his wife, of whom he was very fond, he made use of more than commonly endearing expressions, and caressed his little ones alternately: he spoke much of his domestic felicity, and informed his sister, that to render his wife more happy, he intended to take her to New-Hampshire the next day; “I have just been refitting my sleigh,” said he, “and we will set off by day-break.”  After singing another hymn, Mr. and Mrs. J–s–n departed.

“They had no sooner left us (said he upon his examination) than taking my wife upon my lap, I opened the Bible to read to her – my two boys were in bed – one five years old, the other seven; my daughter Rebecca, about eleven, was sitting by the fire, and my infant aged about six months, was slumbering at her mother’s bosom.  Instantly a new light shone into the room, and upon looking up I beheld two Spirits, one at my right hand and the other at my left; he at the left bade me destroy all my idols, and begin by casting the Bible into the fire; the other Spirit dissuaded me, but I obeyed the first, and threw the book into the flames. My wife immediately snatched it out, and was going to expostulate, when I threw it in again and held her fast until it was entirely consumed: then filled with the determination to persevere, I flew out of the house, and seizing an axe which lay by the door, with a few strokes demolished my sleigh, and running to the stable killed one of my horses – the other I struck, but with one spring he got clear of the stable.  My spirits now were high, and I hasted to the house to inform my wife of what I had done. She appeared terrified, and begged me to sit down; but the good angel whom I had obeyed stood by me and bade me go on, “You have more idols, (said he) look at your wife and children.” I hesitated not a moment, but rushed to the bed where my boys lay, and catching the eldest in my arms, I threw him with such violence against the wall, that he expired without a groan! – his brother was still asleep – I took him by the feet, and dashed his skull in pieces against the fire-place!  Then looking round, and perceiving that my wife and daughters were fled, I left the dead where they lay, and went in pursuit of the living, taking up the axe again.  A slight snow had fallen that evening, and by its light I descried my wife running towards her father’s (who lived about half a mile off) encumbered with her babe; I ran after her, calling upon her to return, but she shrieked and fled faster, I therefore doubled my pace, and when I was within thirty yards of her, threw the axe at her, which hit her upon the hip! – the moment that she felt the blow she dropped the child, which I directly caught up, and threw against the log-fence – I did not hear it cry – I only heard the lamentations of my wife, of whom I had now lost sight; but the blood gushed so copiously from her wound that it formed a distinct path along the snow. We were now within sight of her father’s house, but from what cause I cannot tell, she took an opposite course, and after running across an open field several times, she again stopped at her own door; I now came up with her – my heart bled to see her distress, and all my natural feelings began to revive; I forgot my duty, so powerfully did her moanings and pleadings affect me, “Come then, my love (said I) we have one child left, let us be thankful for that – what is done is right – we must not repine, come let me embrace you – let me know that you do indeed love me.” She encircled me in her trembling arms, and pressed her quivering lips to my cheek.  A voice behind me, said, “This is also an idol!”  I broke from her instantly, and wrenching a stake from the garden fence, with one stroke levelled her to the earth! and lest she should only be stunned, and might, perhaps, recover again, I repeated my blows, till I could not distinguish one feature of her face!!! I now went to look after my last sublunary treasure, but after calling several times without receiving any answer, I returned to the house again; and in the way back picked up the babe and laid it on my wife’s bosom.  I then stood musing a minute – during which interval I thought I heard the suppressed sobbings of some one near the barn, I approached it in silence, and beheld my daughter Rebecca endeavouring to conceal herself among the hay-stacks.

At the noise of my feet upon the dry corn stalks – she turned hastily round and seeing me exclaimed, “O father, my dear father, spare me, let me live – let me live, I will be a comfort to you and my mother – spare me to take care of my little sister Diana – do – do let me live.”  She was my darling child, and her fearful cries pierced me to the soul – the tears of natural pity fell as plentifully down my cheeks, as those of terror did down her’s, and methought that to destroy all my idols, was a hard task – I again relapsed at the voice of complaining; and taking her by the hand, led her to where her mother lay; then thinking that if I intended to retain her, I must make some other severe sacrifice, I bade her sing and dance.  She complied, terribly situated as she was, but I was not asking in the line of my duty – I was convinced of my error, and catching up a hatchet that stuck in a log, with one well aimed stroke cleft her forehead in twain – she fell – and no sign of retaining life appeared.

I then sat down on the threshold, to consider what I had best do – “I shall be called a murderer (said I) I shall be seized – imprisoned – executed, and for what? – for destroying my idols – for obeying the mandate of my father – no, I will put all the dead in the house together, and after setting fire to it, run to my sister’s and say the Indians have done it – “I was preparing to drag my wife in, when the idea struck me that I was going to tell a horrible lie;” and how will that accord with my profession? (asked I.) No, let me speak the truth, and declare the good motive for my actions, be the consequences what they may.”

His sister, who was the principal evidence against him, stated – that she had scarce got home, when a message came to Mr. J—-n, her husband, informing him that his mother was ill and wished to see him; he accordingly set off immediately, and she not expecting him home again till the next day, went to bed – there being no other person in the house. About four in the morning she heard her brother Y—— call her, she started up and bade him come in. “I will not (returned he) for I have committed the unpardonable sin – I have burnt the Bible.” She knew not what to think, but rising hastily opened the door which was only latched, and caught hold of his hand: let me go, Nelly (said he) my hands are wet with blood – the blood of my Elizabeth and her children.  She saw the blood dripping from his fingers, and her’s chilled in the veins, yet with a fortitude unparalleled she begged him to enter, which – as he did, he attempted to sieze a case knife, that by the light of a bright pine-knot fire, he perceived lying on the dresser – she prevented him, however, and tearing a trammel from the chimney, bound him with it to the bed post – fastening his hands behind him – She then quitted the house in order to go to his, which as she approached she heard the voice of loud lamentation, the hope that it was some one of the family who had escaped the effects of her brother’s frenzy, subdued the fears natural to such a situation and time, she quickened her steps, and when she came to the place where Mrs. Y—- lay, she perceived that the moans came from Mrs. Y—-’s aged father, who expecting that his daughter would set out upon her journey by day break, had come at that early hour to bid her farewell.

They alarmed their nearest neighbours immediately, who proceeded to Mrs. J—-n’s, and there found Mr. Y—- in the situation she had left him; they took him from hence to Tomhanick, where he remained near two days – during which time Mr. W–tz–l (a pious old Lutheran, who occasionally acted as preacher) attended upon him, exhorting him to pray and repent; but he received the admonitions with contempt, and several times with ridicule, refusing to confess his error or join in prayer – I say join in prayer, for he would not kneel when the rest did, but when they arose he would prostrate himself and address his “father,” frequently saying “my father, thou knowest that it was in obedience to thy commands, and for thy glory that I have done this deed.” Mrs. Bl—-r, at whose house he then was, bade some one ask him who his father was? – he made no reply – but pushing away the person who stood between her and himself, darted at her a look of such indignation as thrilled horror to her heart – his speech was connected, and he told his tale without variation; he expressed much sorrow for the loss of his dear family, but consoled himself with the idea of having performed his duty – he was taken to ALBANY and there confined as a lunatic in the goal, from which he escaped twice, once by the assistance of Aqua Fortis, with which he opened the front door.

I went in 1782 with a little girl, by whom Mr. Bl—-r had sent him some fruit; he was then confined in dungeon, and had several chains on – he appeared to be much affected at her remembrance of him, and put up a pious ejaculation for her and her family – since then I have received no accounts respecting him.

The cause for his wonderfully cruel proceedings is beyond the conception of human beings – the deed so unpremeditated, so unprovoked, that we do not hesitate to pronounce it the effect of insanity – yet upon the other hand, when we reflect on the equanimity of his temper, and the comfortable situation in which he was, and no visible circumstance operating to render him frantic, we are apt to conclude, that he was under a strong delusion of Satan. But what avail our conjectures, perhaps it is best that some things are concealed from us, and the only use we can now make of our knowledge of this affair, is to be humble under a scene of human frailty to renew our petition, “Lead us not into temptation.”

May, 27, 1796.

Culled from: New-York Weekly Magazine
Generously submitted by: Louise Hope

Morbid Fact Du Jour For September 8, 2013

Today’s Classified Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

These causes of death are all recognized by the 10th edition of the International Classification of Diseases manual. Doctors and health officials use the manual, created by the World Health Organization, to complete death certificates and compile cause-of-death statistics. Without further ado, here is a list of the strangest entries in the “accidents” section of the ICD.

Weird Ways to Accidentally Die

V35 Occupant of three-wheeled motor vehicle injured in collision with railway train or
railway vehicle
V71 Bus occupant injured in collision with pedal cycle
V82.4 Person injured while boarding or alighting from streetcar
V82.7 Occupant of streetcar injured in derailment without antecedent collision
V95.1 Ultralight, microlight or powered-glider accident injuring occupant
V95.4 Spacecraft accidents injuring occupant
V96.0 Balloon accident injuring occupant
V96.1 Hang-glider accident injuring occupant
V96.8 Other nonpowered-aircraft accidents injuring occupant (Kite carrying a person)
W04 Fall while being carried or supported by other persons
W26 Contact with knife, sword or dagger
W23 Caught, crushed, jammed or pinched in or between objects
W27 Contact with nonpowered hand tool (includes: axe; can-opener; chisel; fork; handsaw; hoe; ice-pick; needle; paper-cutter; pitchfork; rake; scissors; screwdriver; sewing-machine, nonpowered; shovel)
W41 Exposure to noise (includes: sound waves; supersonic waves)
W43 Exposure to vibration (Includes: infrasound waves)
W44 Foreign body entering into or through eye or natural orifice
W52 Crushed, pushed or stepped on by crowd or human stampede
W53 Bitten by rat
W56 Bitten or struck by marine animal
W64 Exposure to other and unspecified animate mechanical forces
V84.7 Person on outside of special agricultural vehicle injured in nontraffic accident
W88 Exposure to ionizing radiation (includes: radioactive isotopes; X-rays)
X05 Exposure to ignition or melting of nightwear
X21 Contact with venomous snakes and lizards (includes: Cobra; fer de lance; Gila monster; krait; rattlesnake; sea snake; snake (venomous); viper)
X24 Contact with centipedes and venomous millipedes (tropical)
X25 Contact with other venomous arthropods (includes: ant; caterpillar)
X33 Victim of lightning (excludes: fire caused by lightning; injury from fall of tree or other object caused by lightning)
Y36.5 War operations involving nuclear weapons (Includes: Blast effects; exposure to ionizing radiation from nuclear weapon; fireball effects; heat)
X37 Victim of cataclysmic storm (includes: blizzard; cloudburst; cyclone; tornado)
X51 Prolonged stay in weightless environment (includes: weightlessness in spacecraft (simulator))
U01.8 Terrorism, other specified (includes: lasers; battle wounds; piercing or stabbing object injuries; drowned in terrorist operations)
X58 Exposure to unspecified factors

Culled from: Gawker
Generously submitted by: Nicole

I know these ICD-9 codes well, as I used to work as a Medicare claims entry examiner, and when bored would often go perusing the diagnosis code listings for a good chuckle. Ah, the simple pleasures in life…