Her grandfather, she added, was "a corpse himself".
Along with the corpse himself, they tell their stories in a series of monologues, and this is where Guene, with the help of an excellent translation by Ardizzone, really shines.
A current of unbearable anguish passed between the corpse and himself, through the dagger, his stiffened arm, his aching shoulder, to the very depth of his chest, to his convulsive heart — the only moving thing in the room.
There is a point in series three of Six Feet Under – to my mind some of the most beautifully formed television ever – where the plot nosedives to a point where the normally sane Nate buries his dead wife's corpse, by himself, in the middle of the night, following her murder which no one seems very bothered about.
Goya takes a semi-abstract approach in his etching of a corpse dragging himself out of the grave, while Dürer presents the end of the world figuratively in Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
A giant serpent or dragon, he eats corpses to sustain himself and gnaws on the third root of Yggdrasil, the World Tree.
A day later the gruesome details emerged: Mr. Benoit had murdered his wife and son, placed bibles on their corpses, then hanged himself in the family's home in suburban Atlanta.
I'd say that I've seen more corpses than Weegee himself, and I love Weegee.
Violent characters litter his songs with corpses, and Mr. Zevon himself boasts in one typical title, "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead".
