2,000 graves from former asylum found on college campus.

Sounds like the plot to a B-grade zombie movie, but it's happening now at the University of Mississippi Medical Center campus, where land being surveyed for a new parking garage found mass burial plots.

Radar imaging found what's believed to be upwards of 2,000 unmarked graves located on the property.

The graves come from a collection of sources that were once nearby, including the former State Lunatic Asylum, a former African American church, and what's described as a "potter's field for indigent people."

The cost to remove the bodies is prohibitive to construction (upwards of $3,000 per grave), so the university is looking elsewhere for the garage site.

And that concludes today's creepy asylum mass burial plot news.

Maryland college cruises to a solution.

(((rim shot)))

Short story:
So heavy rains led to heavy mold in a variety of dorms at St. Mary's College of Maryland. And heavy mold led to unlivable conditions for students.

Solution option #1:
St. Mary's paid for hotels. Students inevitably start rapping, Mo--tel, ho--tel, Holiday Inn!

But hotels were far away for the remote college, and were fairly pricey.

Solution option #2:
Charter a cruise ship to dock sort-of, kind-of nearby and house students there.

That was pricey, but less pricey.

Ultimate solution:
Students stay at docked cruise ship and walk to class every day. Their laundry is done for them by ship's staff. School crafts agreement with cruise company that piano player, lounge act, and all-inclusive meals are not required.

Interesting side note #1:
Some students enjoy the laundry perk. According to Andy VanDeusen, a biology major, "It's wild. It's much more frequent than I wash my linens." In unrelated news, women have commented that Mr. VanDeusen's "man essence" smell is not nearly as attractive as he'd like you to believe.

Interesting side note #2:
Some students are pulling a Leo Dicaprio-in-Titanic role and are assigned rooms below decks, with no carpeting, no windows, and metal lockers.

I bet those future alumni checks will be huuuuge.

Professor dies. School forgets to tell the students.

University of Pennsylvania political science professor, Dr. Henry Teune, didn't have a pleasurable springtime this year. He died.

The university still allowed students to enroll in his class for this fall though.

Lo and behold, no one told the students Teune died months earlier and, uhhhhh, that class was cancelled. So students showed up to class and waited for Teune to arrive.

And waited.

And waited.

An hour after class started, someone in the Poli-Sci office emailed all the students the news that--hey! guess what?!--you'll be waiting a long while for Teune! Because, you know, he's dead!

At least Teune had the decency to not show up. Who hasn't had a class where the professor was dead but still taught week after week?

Your Kindle is killing your dating life.

That's assuming you had a dating life to begin with.

But, you know, it's good to pretend sometimes.

According to a brief essay in the New York Times Complaint Box by writer Lisa Lewis, her best pickup line was "I love that book!" to cute guys on the subway. The problem? Since the invention of eReaders she can't tell what book a cute guy is reading--which we can only assume has led to many lonely nights curled up in bed with Mr. Whiskers.

Which is surprising, because I always thought quality beefcake took the subway.

BBC: England prisons aren't a fan of your memoir writing skills.

According to the BBC, Arts Council England has had its budget slashed. This isn't good news for the writers-in-residence program, a program where a writer gets to make a nominal salary (£20,000 a year) while teaching prisoners how to write and speak properly--in essence, to communicate.

Considering that most have a difficult time communicating, this program helps prisoners develop social skills for whenever they're inevitably released back into the public. One former prisoner, now a writer for the Guardian, told the BBC as much.

"They can communicate with a pool ball in a sock or a razor on the end of a toothbrush or by shouting and bawling," said Erwin James.

Did I mention Erwin James, the writer for the Guardian, is a convicted murderer who used the writing skills taught in this program to reform his life?