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| Frog in the Sand |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 05:55:54
An (uh) interesting story taken from the "Encyclopedia of Urban Legends" by JH Brunvand, p. 96:
The Corpse in the Cask
In this legend, an English family discovers a barrelful of rum stored in the basement of an old house they recently purchased. Over the course of a year or two they consume the rum in drinks and cooking; then they cut the barrel in half to use it as a planter. Inside they find the body of a man who had been shipped home from the colonies long ago, preserved in spirits.
Corpses of fallen military officers and other officials were, in fact, sometimes returned to England inside barrels of wine or other spirits. Even Lord Nelson's body was preserved in a barrel of brandy after he fell at the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805 and in that container was sent back to England for burial. One tradition claims that sailors drilled into the barrel and sipped out some of the brandy with straws, giving rise to the expression "tapping the admiral".
Cheers 
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| misleadtheworld |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 09:28:28
I generally try to, but it's so tasty in nearly every way, with over 56 flavours, who could resist?
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| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 09:21:27
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Originally posted by misleadtheworld
Is it Japanese? I must've seen the Americanised version recently. Very disappointing.
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Just ignore America.
 I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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| Frog in the Sand |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 09:15:02
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Originally posted by Newo
p.s. your story above is why rum was also known as Nelsonīs Blood. The last day of rum rations for the navy they called Black Tot Day, they wore black armbands and had mock funerals for the occasion.
I didn't know that. Thanks.
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| Frog in the Sand |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 09:11:19
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Originally posted by Carolynanna
My highschool english teacher wrote a poem called "Joe Soup" which is similar but not similar. He claims its based on truth.
Small town, super hot day, nowhere to swim.
So Joe goes up to the water tower.
He ends up drowning in the tank and the town unknowingly continues to drink the water. When they finally find him decomposing in the tank everyone is quite sick at the thought and begins to throw out any canning they had done which contains the water. Except one lady who refuses to throw out her cans of homemade soup and she then labels them "Joe Soup".
Funny - the end of the article reads: "The Corpse in the Cask" is similar to American legends about bodies found in city water tanks, and it is also reminiscent of various legends about accidental cannibalism.
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| misleadtheworld |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 09:09:22
Is it Japanese? I must've seen the Americanised version recently. Very disappointing.
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| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 08:57:02
That sounds a little like Dark Water, the Japanese horror film.
I'd walk her everyday, into a shady place
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| Carolynanna |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 08:44:28
My highschool english teacher wrote a poem called "Joe Soup" which is similar but not similar. He claims its based on truth.
Small town, super hot day, nowhere to swim.
So Joe goes up to the water tower.
He ends up drowning in the tank and the town unknowingly continues to drink the water. When they finally find him decomposing in the tank everyone is quite sick at the thought and begins to throw out any canning they had done which contains the water. Except one lady who refuses to throw out her cans of homemade soup and she then labels them "Joe Soup".
I liked Mr.McKenzie.
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| Newo |
Posted - 02/17/2006 : 06:00:39
A great-great-grandaunt of mine died while in South America with her husband and she had expressed a wish to be buried in the town we grew up in so they kept her preserved in a cask of rum on the journey home. Thing was, only the priest, the captain and her husband knew about it so everybody else kept drinking the rum.
p.s. your story above is why rum was also known as Nelsonīs Blood. The last day of rum rations for the navy they called Black Tot Day, they wore black armbands and had mock funerals for the occasion.
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