The Victorians used to take photos of their loved ones after their deaths.
They also had an invention known widely as the “safety coffin,” where one could ring a bell if they were accidentally buried alive.
The human head remains conscious several seconds after decapitation.
The average human life is about 2.5 billion seconds long.

And if Savannah hadn’t been in the house when Theo ran out of alcohol, he would’ve died.

She was with him every moment, making sure he didn’t give up–even when he wanted to. I was more grateful for her than ever, because (all kidding aside) what would we have done if Theo had died? We would’ve missed his annoying ass, that’s for sure. And it’s not like we could’ve disposed of the body. And a dead body would not have been good for the house morale.

But she was here, and Theo survived. After a week of being sequestered in his bedroom, he finally made his way downstairs to the bathroom, leaning on Savannah’s shoulder the entire time. He was paler than normal, his blond hair greasy, and his pants seemed to hang off his hips. But when he and Savannah reached the bottom step, and Theo looked up at me, his smile was brighter than I’d ever seen it.

I knew what he was feeling, because I had experienced it in the library not too long ago. Savannah had seen every part of him–good and bad–and embraced it all the same. Knowing someone loved you for you, no matter what, was a heady feeling. I wanted to say the words so badly, and tell her how I really felt. I was terrified. I couldn’t get past the worry she wouldn’t feel the same way about me. Then with Theo needing her, the timing just hadn’t been right. I needed to speak up before I swallowed the words forever.

“Hey, Luther,” Theo greeted me, his voice raspy and worn. “Like what you see?”

I rolled my eyes, and grinned at him. “Maybe the look of the lovely lady acting as your cane. But you, my friend, look like warmed over garbage.”

“I fucking feel it, man,” he groaned. “So many times I asked Sav to just put me out of my misery.”

Savannah shook her head, shifting her weight from side to side. “Like I was ever going to!” She turned her attention towards me, and even though I could feel the relief radiating off her, the skin under her eyes resembled a dark purple bruise. “I’m going to get Mr. Dramatic here into the tub, then I’m going to strip his bed.”