M. T. Coffin

I was born a poor miner's son in 1885. Though I died 28 years later, I still get around. Thankfully, I've found a pastime that gives me much comfort in this earthly limbo: making fun of other dead people who possess ludicrous names.

Ever since I acquired my newfangled Leica camera in 1932, it's been a delight to romp around the overgrown graves, uncovering unfortunate names and frightening mourners. Why do I bother mocking the deceased? Because it's hilarious. And because it was this or being strung up in a preparatory school’s science classroom.

I hope you enjoy my blog of photographs of dead people's graves. If I hadn't already perished of diphtheria, I would've died laughing.

Signed,

M.T. Coffin