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Dead Man Eating takes a dispassionate look at capital punishment, via the last meals of condemned men. It's not only a fascinating resource, it's also a
blog.
- Last meal: At 5 p.m., Hartman received his last meal -- a Greek salad, linguini with white clam sauce, cheese cake with cherry topping, garlic bread and a Coke.
The skinny: Hartman admitted to police that after drinking 16 beers he shot the 77-year-old victim in the head from close range while the man sat in a recliner and watched television. The vitim was a former boyfriend of Hartman's mother and Hartman was living at his house. Hartman told a friend the man was wealthy and carried thousands of dollars in his pocket. He took the man's car and left the body in the chair. Hartman wrote checks on the dead man's bank account. Five days later he returned and buried the body in a horse stable then led authorities there after learning he was a suspect.
Last Words and such: Hartman issued no final statement. He appeared to say "hi" or "hey" to attorney Heather Wells through a window shortly after he was brought into the death chamber and then smiled before turning away.
He didn't acknowledge any of the other 11 people who watched his execution, choosing to alternately close his eyes and stare at the ceiling until prison medical workers began to administer the lethal drugs.
Hartman was the....
57th murderer executed in U.S. in 2003
877th murderer executed in U.S. since 1976
4th murderer executed in North Carolina in 2003
27th murderer executed in North Carolina since 1976
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The weblog of a
medical examiner's intern:
- There was another infant death today. No one likes doing that autopsy, not because it is depressing, but because it is a pain in the ass. The infant's body is so much smaller to work on than an adult.
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I remember when I saw my first autopsy, it was like sensory overload. Every single one of my senses (yes, even taste) was being bombarded with things that it had never experienced. However now I barely give it a second thought when I walk into the morgue in the morning and I see a bunch of bodies being photographed.
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