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Have you ever walked around the cemeteries of New York reading the  old tombstone inscriptions? Well, if that’s not your thing, we’re here  to point you in the direction of George Spencer Millet’s grave in Woodlawn Cemetery,  which tells a tragic and unusual story. His headstone reads: “Lost life  by stab in falling on ink eraser, evading six young women trying to  give him birthday kisses in office of Metropolitan Life Building.” This  happened the day after Valentine’s day, on February 15th, 1909—which  also happened to be his 15th birthday. And to clarify, an ink eraser is  not an eraser, it’s more like a knife.

Click through for copies of the news reports of the story—totally bizarre.

Have you ever walked around the cemeteries of New York reading the old tombstone inscriptions? Well, if that’s not your thing, we’re here to point you in the direction of George Spencer Millet’s grave in Woodlawn Cemetery, which tells a tragic and unusual story. His headstone reads: “Lost life by stab in falling on ink eraser, evading six young women trying to give him birthday kisses in office of Metropolitan Life Building.” This happened the day after Valentine’s day, on February 15th, 1909—which also happened to be his 15th birthday. And to clarify, an ink eraser is not an eraser, it’s more like a knife.

Click through for copies of the news reports of the story—totally bizarre.

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