A couple years ago on spring break, we stopped over at my buddy's Grandma's house on the way to Destin, FL. In addition to her house being a kick-ass, 360-degree-porched, private bungalow on stilts, she had a lot of knick knacks and weird shit. One of those things was an original copy of this extremely morbid "children's" book, The Gashlycrumb Tinies. Give it a look yourself, it's worth checking out.
The Gashlycrumb Tinies (courtesy of some dude who still uses AOL)

