This whole story is fairly strange and sad at the same time. Probably ol' Elmer McCurdy didn't mind at all. He would probably be proud that he was remembered all this time for something.
Failed bandit Elmer McCurdy’s corpse had a more interesting life than the man did.
In 1911, Elmer McCurdy mistakenly robbed a passenger train he thought contained thousands of dollars. The disappointed outlaw made off with just $46 and was shot by lawmen shortly thereafter. McCurdy’s unclaimed corpse was then embalmed with an arsenic preparation, sold by the undertaker to a traveling carnival and exhibited as a sideshow curiosity. For about 60 years, McCurdy’s body was bought and sold by various haunted houses and wax museums for use as a prop or attraction. His corpse finally wound up in a Long Beach, California, amusement park funhouse. During filming there in 1976 for the television show “The Six Million Dollar Man,” the prop’s finger (or arm, depending on the account) broke off, revealing human tissue. Subsequent testing by the Los Angeles coroner’s office revealed the prop was actually McCurdy. He was buried at the famous Boot Hill cemetery in Dodge City, Kansas, 66 years after his death.
I reckon that being remembered for something is better than being forgotten altogether. Turns out he was more useful dead than alive. That to me is the sad part!
Coffee out on the patio this morning. It seems to be a little cooler!
It is a sad day when all a person is remembered for was they were a visitor attraction. At least he finally received a proper burial. Nice and cool again here - feels like Fall. Better mow the lawn before it gets too tall. I'll bring some Dunkins' for everyone.
ReplyDeletePoor guy wasn't worth a thing in his living life. But made others moeny off his corpse.
ReplyDeleteI only opend the door to let Fred out seemed kinda humid but maybe in a bit I'll check and see if it's nice out or not
Hey Linda...
ReplyDeleteThe burial was probably the best thing that ever happened to the old boy.
Thanks for stopping by today!
Hey Jo...
It is pretty sad, isn't it?
Thanks, sweetie, for coming over today!
When my rocker/recliner stops rocking, they will know that it is time to bury me. . .
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