Hey, true weirdos, at the end of this episode, stick around if you want for a little bonus content and conversation.

Sometimes the only way to get people's attention is by shock.

That was the plan that night in 1842 at a dance hall in London.

What the revelers didn't know was that beneath their feet was a

scene straight out of a nightmare. The man greeting them at the door to the cellar wielded a human

skull in each hand. Once inside, the partygoers were shown by flickering torchlight, the places where the bodies were stacked,

the rooms where the corpses had been quietly dissected, the coffins chopped into splinters.

This place wasn't a crime scene. It was the cellar of what used to be a chapel,

and the grand finale was a peek at the very man who'd taken money from the grieving to bury their dead.

Except he didn't.

He was a pastor who piled the bodies in that chapel cellar and did the unspeakable.

By that night in 1842,

the pastor had been dead for 10 long years.

It was his wizened corpse like a mummy

that the crowd came to see.

And the man who set it all up,

a doctor who helped change forever

how London treated the dead.

Death may be final, but your final resting place?

Maybe not.

Grab your shovel.

We've got a whole cemetery to move.

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