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Just FYI, had I not stumbled onto this image and its description, I would never have learned it was possible for the body to do this. I had always heard stories about lynchings gone awry – no neck snap – causing the person to slowly suffocate and essentially straining so much that they turned themselves inside out.
And no, I did not intend “shameful joy.” I find no joy in that photo.
I do, however, find joy in saying “schadenfreude.”
I just found a new wallpaper, thanks Mr.B.

Mr. B,
I’ve removed the link in your post. It’s too graphic even if it were relevant to the topic – relaxed bodies.
DrMatrix - GQ Moderator
I, for one, appreciated that link.
One question depending from this one, in chronology:
- We poop and end up with it in our mouths (meconium) when we’re born
- We poop on the floor when we’re too young to know better
- We poop in the pool after we know better
- We poop in an open field during a Def Leppard concert
- We poop on the meaningful statue of the neighbor rival fraternity
- We poop our pants on the freeway trying to find an exit
- We, alongside a long-time, reliably-continent mate poop our pants in a movie theater showing Smokey and the Bandit
- We poop the bed
So we stand a good chance of ruining our poignant last words with a post-mortem utterance from Down Yonder? Man, that’s rough.