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Walt Disney's Dead, Undead, Undead, Undead


Each summer, 500 goths descend on Disneyland to smoke cigarettes and mock Snow White. Why? Because it's the only place where they can truly feel at home

"I don't think I'm really goth," he says. "I'm more of a hearse person. But hearse people are certainly sympathetic to the goth sensibilities." It seems that McElhaney is a member of "Phantom Coaches," a subsection of humanity united in their love of cars that tote corpses (McElhaney drives a 1970 hearse with a Cadillac chassis but concedes that the ultimate ride is the '59 Superior driven by Bud Cort in Harold and Maude)."


7:45 p.m.: Q: How do you make 50 goth kids sprint across Disneyland?
A: Put up a sign that says "Smoking Section."

There are only three smoking sections here at Disney, and they all look like backstage at a Sisters of Mercy concert. Apparently, the Marlboro Man is way goth.

8:00 p.m.

: As night falls on the Disneyland Park, the entire Bats Day flock of 500 descends like locusts on the Haunted Mansion for a final snapshot. It's impossible to ignore how happy they all seem--smiling, talking on cell phones, and joking about watching

The Crow

and drinking hemlock.

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