Charles DickensThe most celebrated novelist in the English language, but Charles Dickens was a real weirdo.

When he wasn’t writing about hungry orphans or grumpy misers, Dickens enjoyed hanging out at the Paris Morgue. Dickens’s fascination with the dead went way past morbid curiosity. His attraction to corpses was so strong that Dickens ended up at the morgue on Christmas and New Year’s Day, ogling bodies that were shot, stabbed, and swollen. And when he wasn’t in France, Dickens hung out with the Thames River police, looking for bodies or chatting about suicide attempts with the toll-taker of the Waterloo Bridge.