Let's talk about hot dead guys!
Now, don't fret just yet. I'm not talking about going all necrophiliac-y all over the place. I am talking about guys in history who happened to be hot and now happen to be dead. I am appreciating the hottness that existed when they did happen to be alive... Got it? Good. Moving on.
Sadakichi Hartmann
(November 8, 1867 - November 22, 1944)
Poet and a critic.
The dude went by the title King of the Bohemians.
Need I say more? No. Obviously.
Ernst Haeckel
(Hottie on the left)
(February 16, 1834 – August 9, 1919)
Biologist, naturalist, philosopher, physician, professor, and artist.
Not only was this stud a genius, he also had mad skills when it came to shit like painting.
Please admire the following image and note that he and I are practically the same person because I totally just painted some mushrooms to hang in my kitchen.
Talk about soul mates.
Rupert Brooke
(3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915)
English poet.
He was hot and then he died in Greece from an infected mosquito bite.
Lame.
But still hot.
Ivor Novello
(15 January 1893 – 6 March 1951)
Welsh composer, singer, and actor.
Can we just pause to imagine crying out the name "IVOR!!!" in bed.
It's all magic my friends.
I hope you enjoyed my short foray into the past. For more reading on hot dead guys please refer to Bangable Dudes in History. They are a much better read and will probably make you swoon with their pie charts...
