#posthumous-likeness

#posthumous-likeness

Evelyn McHale wrote in her suicide note that she didn't want her family to see 'any part' of her body. Instead, a photo of her death would become one of the most famous photographs of all time.

The immediate impact of it was that even Noah's mother was not able to access material from his Instagram. We had to go through a process with the court to get the material, said barrister Peter Coll KC, representing the coroner.

In my head, I'm still that guy from the photo. Still strong, still capable, still got it. Then I catch my reflection in a store window and think, who's that old guy? The disconnect is wild. I'll go to lift something heavy and my brain says 'no problem,' but my shoulder reminds me about those thirty years of overhead work.

Meta was recently granted a patent in Dec, 2025 that would essentially allow the social media platform to post on a dormant user's behalf-whether they took a break from social media or long after they've passed away. The patent, first filed in 2023, describes a large language model that "simulates" a user's social media activity, using a user's comments, likes, or content to respond to other users and also references technology that would simulate video or audio calls with users.

The only stipulation she made was, 'I don't want him to look the way everybody else makes him look, with the bags under his eyes and that penetrating gaze. I'm tired of that image.' Shikler studied photographs to create a presidential portrait that honored Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis's vision of how her late husband should be remembered and represented in the White House collection.

I really like cremation songs. As the belt started, it just went 'the long and winding road,' and it made me laugh. It feels so inappropriate because of how abrupt it was. And then I just started thinking about inappropriate cremation songs.

I recently gained a new obsession, and I'm ready to share it with the world: finding and analyzing rare vintage images. A picture speaks a thousand words, and these photographs tell us more about history than a textbook chapter ever could. So even if you think history is boring, I'm well-equipped to change your mind, and give you some delicious food for your brain to chew on today.

You know that ache you get when you stumble across evidence of your past self being genuinely, effortlessly happy? It's not that you want to go back. Not really. I think what kills you is the proof staring back at you - proof that you were once capable of feeling that alive, that connected, that certain about where you belonged in the world.

The Stasi, the secret police, were legendary for their data files. Their work was based on instilling fear, and they induced stunningly amazing numbers of East Germans into informing on their neighbors. Something along the lines of 1 in 6 East Germans were informants, whether out of fear or out of approval of what the East German government was doing.

It's a doll, Ineke Schmelter, 71, often says as she walks down the street with a pram and someone peers fondly under the hood, asking: How old is the baby? Then she pulls back the blanket and reveals the doll. She points out the craftsmanship the little veins, the creases in the skin and explains that it can take as many as 20 layers of paint to achieve such a lifelike finish.

'They're dead.' In disbelief, my response was unfiltered. 'What?' Followed by the F word. A wave of emotion rushed through me. My chest tightened. My body went cold. I could not immediately find the words to offer condolences, not because I did not feel them deeply, but because inside, my many parts were experiencing a collective shock. When you live with dissociative identity disorder (DID), news like this does not land in one place. It ricochets across all parts within.

1. The very first iteration of Ronald McDonald was created by Willard Scott in 1963: 2. The two people depicted in Grant Wood's "American Gothic" actually exist. This is what they looked like: 3. This is Margaret Gorman, the woman who won the very first Miss America competition in 1921: 6. This is Conrad Veidt, the man whose performance in the 1928 film The Man Who Laughs inspired the look of the iconic villain the Joker:

I did not really plan to speak today. "I was not convinced I'd be able to. And I'm still not quite sure I can get through this, so please bear with me." Valentino, you were the person I spoke to, not the person I spoke about. You were beside me when words were not needed. Life was not always perfect, but it was real. One day at a time, for more than 40 years, all strung together, became extraordinary because we were living them together. This is what I'll miss about you most. I know how many people loved you, and I'm grateful for that, but what we shared was ours alone, and I will hold that carefully for the rest of my life. I don't say goodbye today, I say thank you. For choosing me, for walking with me, and for leaving me changed forever. Thank you.

As we remember Tatiana and celebrate her life, our hearts are with her family and all who loved her,

In a stack of mail on his dining room table, Jason Snape spotted a postcard from his former college professor. In clean, Helvetica type, it read: "If you're reading this I'm dead, and I really liked you." Next to the message was a selfie of Don Glickman wearing a serious expression, a hoodie and yellow aviator sunglasses. There's a hand-sketched portrait of him in the corner.

It was his aside that spoiled the secret identity of Santa Claus; he who laughingly revealed the mechanics of sex; he who gave me my first sip of beer. Yet, when he found out I was sneaking cigarettes from my dad's stale dinner party supply, he chastised me before either of my parents could, and when my mum was diagnosed with cancer and I was just 15, he was already a 22-year-old medical student.

i want back my rocking chairs, solipsist sunsets, & coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs of cockroaches. i've donated bibles to thrift stores (mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt lamp the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the meaty hands of zealots, the dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind): remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology textbook pictures;

German artist Henrike Naumann, known for her installations of furniture and household objects addressing the turmoil of German reunification and showing how aesthetic choices affect political ideology, died in Berlin on February 14. She was forty-one. Her husband, Clemens Villinger, wrote in a statement that her death arrived "after a cancer diagnosis that came far too late." Naumann had been set to represent Germany at the Sixty-First Venice Biennale, opening this spring alongside Vietnamese German artist Sung Tieu.

The traditional museum experience, pausing in front of an object, and absorbing its history visually or by reading its description, has long shaped how collectors and others relate to cultural treasures. Yet, over the last few decades, digital technology has quietly rewritten many of those rules, changing not only how collections are exhibited but also how they are documented, preserved, and even inherited.