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A poetic injustice. I'm Jason Horton. I'm Rebecca Leeb.

And this is Ghost Town. The funeral of the famed Edgar Allan Poe was a small and somber one, held at 4 p.m. on October 8, 1849, in the back of Westminster Hall and Burying Ground in Baltimore, Maryland.

It was appropriately grim, a gothic scene ripped

almost from one of Poe's own writings. Sexton George W. Spence wrote of the event, quote,

It was a dark and gloomy day, not raining but just kind of raw and threatening. The literary legend

was buried in a cheap coffin provided by his uncle-in-law,

driven to Westminster Hall in a hearse financed by a cousin. The entire ceremony lasted only

three minutes in the cold, damp weather, a handful of friends and family peering down into an

unmarked grave. In an odd turn of events, Poe's

headstone had been pulverized by a rogue train that had crashed into the masonry lot,

a last, bizarre, haunting final detail of a life, death, and enduring mystery that would remain.

For you see, Poe didn't just write about mysterious

circumstances. His end, in effect, was one. In the century and a half since Poe passed,

thousands have offered theories on Poe's strange death, one that to this day remains an unknown.

Today on Ghost Town, the death of Edgar Allan Poe. Born on

January 19, 1809 in Boston, Edgar Ellen Poe was the second child of actors who were absent most of his

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