Quote of the Day

"I'm just a little wind-up toy of chaos."
--- Moe, describing his style as an RPG player.

Whose closet was this, exactly?

Over in Wales, police were called when 42 skeletons were found in the closet of a townhouse. I imagine the local police office was rather frantic. 42 skeletons! That's an impressive body count. You're talking a pretty sensational serial killer.

Only, thank goodness, it wasn't.

The skeletons were all 3,000 years old. They'd been moved from nearby caves in World War II so the caves could be used to protect art objects and munitions. And no one ever put them back.

"David, dear, the war's over. Can we get those corpses out of the coat closet now, please?"

"Gwennie! There's almost four dozen of the blasted things and Owens said he wasn't going to help me return them. And you know my back's been acting up. And the neighborhood kids love them."

(time passes)

"Aunt Gwen, this house is really getting to be too much for you to take care of. Please, won't you move to a flat in London, where you'll be nearer the rest of the family?"

"All right, yes. I suppose there's no getting around it. I can't imagine selling this place, though."

"Don't you worry about it. I'll take care of all the paperwork. Anything in particular I should tell the realtor about?"

"... No. Nothing in particular at all."

(a little more time passes)

"Do you know, I think we've got a closet hiding here!"

"Don't be absurd, Harold."

"No, look! It's been painted over, but there's where the doorknob ought to be."

"My word!"

"I'll just see if I can wiggle it open with a screwdriver... imagine, more closet space! Hard to imagine why the realtor would overlook - YEAUGH!"

"OHMYDEARHOLYGODCALLTHEPOLICE!"

(Story courtesy of Archaeology magazine; May/June 2005 issue, World Roundup section)