Murderabilia gravedigger (and my oldest friend) Rick Staton and John Wayne Gacy barely beat the alternative people who masturbate to Court-TV

Some people collect stamps or coins, for some reason, it's just enough to maintain their interest.

So they do what reasonable person would have done: raise most disgusting things imaginable. Creepiest.

Here are six collections--great conversation starters, if you want conversation as to whether  you are a serial killer.

COLLECTORS (Julian Hobbs, 1999, USA) 1999

Hobbs spotlights a wide range of serial killer scribbles of Richard Ramirez to the wonderful work of Elmer Wayne Henley.

Imprisoned six consecutive life sentences, Henley is very well during interview, undeniable beauty of Henley over brutality of crimes encapsulates crux of film, disturbing audience follows main buyers of inmates Rick Staton-Tobias Allen.

Hobbs is right to these bozos that if they be more unpleasant than idea of making a profit deviant celebrity.

Presented by John Wayne Gacy, Staton-Allen find little pleasure in discussions morbid body counts scenes of crime.

Compared to these fans smirking serial killer, killers themselves do seem bad!

Exposing a terrible sense of balance, Hobbs includes counterpoints; responsible Staton-Allen through interviews with advocates victims, relatives of victims of Henley.

Similarly, COLLECTORS includes interviews with a psychologist artist, Coleman, examine motivations of macabre collection of trinkets.

COLLECTORS is rare documentary that covers subject impartially with depth.

Celebrity Dairies ravage the rifle through trash, journalists take pictures of their genitals with telephoto lenses.

What's left? Many owners about a work of a famous person?

Of course, lopping a finger is still against a law, you always settle a piece of their hair, would collect this?

Everyone.

In last decade, number of serious collectors hair skyrocketed from about to over 2,000.

Why?

Well, already know that there are no non-creepy answer this question. The interest seems to be linked to the recent advances in research people gather a vague idea that they themselves clone  a famous day.

Seriously. Strands sold online $205.00 tufts of hair-- below photo sold $ 100,000 in October 2007. Hear that?

A damn socialist commie outsold John Fucking Kennedy. Not a little pride in American outfit? Hair-man dealers, Louis Mushro, a collector from Michigan deals on eBay, John is holder of Guinness World Record's vast collection of human hair (once again proves so difficult to enter Guinness Book of World Records). Pieces of Marilyn Monroe, Napoleon, Albert Einstein, even Lincoln, compete with bits of brain matter of assassination.

Hell, even some hair of man shot (Wilkes Booth cut while being dragged from hiding barn in flames).

So do undead celebrities feel this?

Well, in 2005 concluded an agreement with Neil Armstrong's barber, when Armstrong heard was trying to block his efforts failed; donated thousands of dollars to favorite charities as consolation money. He will surely be back when his army of clones  TURN INTO Spacemen).

Murderabilia-bilia is what they call works created by serial killers.

Prison guards encourage killers to continue being creative while keeping a brush in shantytown.

While behind bars famous psychopath John Wayne Gacy is an art exhibition, there has been a leader raising awareness of clowns much more terrifying.

Meanwhile leaders of sects and passionate-swastikas, Charles Manson spent allotted arts/crafts time to paint, draw, make spiders and ropes.

In fact, he scribbled pages of instructions without a spider. Manson, in a native language, describes in detail the spider must be stored in a cool, dry, continuously blood of innocents. Would collect this?

The exact figures are no the sale for murderabilia is extremely efficient on line transactions daily. Daisy-seven.com auction.com murder, with slogan, 'Where crime pays.'

Every day.

Just barely beat the alternative people masturbate at Court-TV.

A few strands from JFK sold online for $205. The clump of hair pictured below is from Che Guevara, which sold for $100,000 in October 2007. You hear that? A damn commie socialist outsold John Fucking Kennedy. How about a little American pride in our fur trappings?

Murderabilia

Nazi Gear

Corpse Tattoos

Pickled Punks

The art of making plaster casts of people's genitals goes back to the likeliest of decades: the 1960s. It started with some enterprising groupie who apparently wanted to play art teacher with a rocker who could maintain an erection long enough to indent a cast. Musicians from Jimi Hendrix to Frank Zappa got wang-deep in dental moldings and are plated like Greek sculptures for their intimate lovers and drunk, horny fans.

Who would collect this?
The all-time collector of famous plaster dongs is Cynthia Albritton, known as Cynthia Plaster Caster (Warning: website contains more flash-animated cocks ejaculating across the screen than typical websites). Cynthia would travel to hotel rooms in Chicago along with her "plater" (known in other industries as a "fluffer") and after her assistant readied her subjects she'd indent the mold with a rock star boner. KISS even made a song in her honor ("Plaster Caster") even though a cast of the band members has never been done.







We certainly can't see anything degrading about that. But if you're thinking that once again obsession with celebrities has taken a turn for the why-fucking-bother, you should know that even the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is in talks with Cynthia to put her genital collection on display at the museum. Maybe between the Red Hot Chili Peppers' cock socks and Cher's fishnet body stocking.

Also, plaster casting isn't just for the rich and famous anymore. There are several businesses that will turn your smelly junk into wall-ready collectibles. Even ladies can get in to the act casting their bathing suit areas at their leisure. We won't speculate as to how many of our readers just bookmarked this page in their Valentines Day Gift Idea folder.