Convinced his wife was buried by mistake, a widower insists on unearthing her body. What happens when they open the coffin? As is our Halloween ritual, TMN writers share their own endings to the story.
Can’t decide on a Halloween costume? Try some real-life villains: a scalp-bedecked Civil War guerrilla, a shipwrecked apothecary who became a cult leader, or the conquistador so horrible the king of Spain declared it a crime to ever utter his name. Until now.
A group of gray-haired representatives from across Europe gather in a central London gentlemen’s club to discuss the United States’ aggressive spying techniques.
When dementia gets its grip on a father who always loved slasher movies, a daughter struggles to hold on—if only to the ghost of recognition.
Many painters depict themselves, but few work exclusively in the genre of self-portraiture. Selections from Haley Hasler’s body of work—the artist in costumes of everyday life.
Giant Chinese pigeons, Scarlett Johansson’s daughter, and deliberately un-green urban living: What to expect from London, Los Angeles, and Moscow in 2040, 2070, and 2100.
Going on a five-day cleanse—subsisting on a diet of shots, smoothies, very few actual foods, and no caffeine—leads to visions of apocalypse and a quest to find the seven billionth child on Earth.
Portraits of men in Philadelphia taken just moments after they catcall a woman on the street.
Modern dentistry does wonders for a rotten molar or a cracked bicuspid—it’s modern dental insurance that falls short.
Everything you need to know—in cartoon form—about debt-ceiling fiascos, from McKinley’s war with Spain to Obama getting punk’d.
Silk Road, the internet’s notorious marketplace for illegal drugs, was shuttered last week after the FBI arrested its founder, “Dread Pirate Roberts.” Now a former customer waits in fear, wondering why he used his real name.
Pictures from a photojournalist embedded with a Free Syrian Army militia in Aleppo, the country’s largest city, now torn apart by war.
Driving from Lebanon toward Syria, across the Saudi Arabian desert to Dammam, in a taxi among the refugees of Beirut—quickly becomes the Wild West.
Radio advertising has gotten ridiculous—incendiary spots for monster-truck rallies and ladies’ nights at clubs. But surely the most appalling ads are for brunch.