A Very Victorian Way of Death: Memento Mori, Graveyards and Mourning

Winter Mourning

Winter Mourning

Death is the Mother of Beauty

The colour of death is not black
but white,
‘as white as a sheet’,
‘a deathly pale’,
the darkness never claimed a single soul
though millions were taken by the light
death is the mother of beauty
waiting,
patiently
for her children to return
to their eternal home
embrace the darkness,
stay away from the light
stay away from the light

The final resting place of the unquiet dead.

The final resting place of the unquiet dead.

Deep in the very bowels of the old pile accessed by winding, dusty stairs lies the crypt, the final resting place of the not so quiet dead side by side with the unliving.

Here is a collection of sad and touching Victorian and later photographs of the then recently deceased illustrating the Victorian custom of post-mortem photography that provides a rather macabre melange of morbid fascination.

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