Exhumed To Consume

ExhumedThe connotation of the word/verb exhume is nasty: 1. To dig something buried, especially a dead body, out of the earth; disinter. 2. To revive or restore after neglect or a period of forgetting. So exact is exhume’s implication, it doesn’t really work in a sentence like, “I think I’ll go exhume that sandwich from the fridge I left in there last week.” Nope, exhume is one of those words with one meaning only, though some word barf experts might argue the contrary: “Was Jesus exhumed or resurrected?” I’d argue that neither applies as He was a zombie after having risen from the grave after being interred for three days. Kind of a long time for a zombie virus to kick in, but you get my point.

And yet in the upcoming horror indie Exhumed, the word takes on a whole new meaning. Releasing in late 2011 (crossing fingers), Exhumed is about a “twisted family that is seemingly unable to leave their own home. Their gnarled existence and mounting animosity finally give way to violence and visceral panic and the claustrophobic fear of what lies inside both the home and the head.”

That creeps me out as I know people like that. I’m probably one of ’em.


Then there was Exhumed, the 2005 horror anthology, that dealt with some people over three different time periods who are given the power to exhume or “raise” the dead. (I know people like that. I’m probably one of ’em.) There’s samurais and monks getting into a bitchslap with the living dead in the Forest of Death. (Makes sense that the undead would unlive there – scenic, cheap, nice views, good burying dirt.) Then there’s a 1940s chick detective investigating grave robbings (it’s illegal, you know). The third story – the best of the three – is set in a post-apocalyptic time zone that has a fanatical madman capturing and experimenting on vampire mods and rockabilly werewolves. (Of the two, I’d rather be a rockabilly werewolf as I dig those crazy beats and don’t need any damn vampire or fanatical madman telling me to cut my hair. Wherever it may be growing.)

ExhumedNow I’m way off the track. You made me forget where I was and… Oh, yeah – exhume…harsh word. See if you can use it in an everyday sentence that doesn’t involve Jesus, zombies, werewolves, vampires or sandwiches.

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