Hello and welcome to my Victorian nightmare. I'm your host, Genevieve Mannion,

and I'm here to talk about mysterious deaths, morbid fascinations, disturbing stories, and otherwise spooky events from the Victorian era.

Because to me, there's just something especially intriguing,

creepy, and oddly comforting about horror and mayhem from the 19th century. So, listener discretion

is advised.

Hello, friends, and welcome to this my 35th episode. I hope that you had a fabulous week. Mine was really touching. I received a number of lovely comments from listeners whose family members donated their bodies to

science, and it was so lovely to hear their stories. My episode last week was about the horrid

trade of body snatchers, and in the end of the episode, I talked about how far we've evolved

in regard to donating our bodies to science.

And one gal said that her father had recently passed away and he donated his body to the

medical research at Trinity College. And she told me that at Trinity, they called donors the silent teachers. Oh, I just feel that right in my soul.

Isn't that beautiful? One of my favorite quotes is from an 18th century anatomist by the name of Giovanni

Morgani. The original is in Latin,

but it translates to let conversation cease, let laughter flee, for this is a place where the

dead delight to help the living. That quote is written above the doors of a number of forensics

labs and on the walls of morgues as well.

The silent teachers.

It just brings that quote to mind.

On an entirely different note, you will be pleased to know that the ghosts in my dreams that were begging me to help them leave the building have still not returned.

That's the good news.

The bad news is they've been replaced with the most useless psychic dreams.

This happens from time to time.

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