Nobuyoshi Araki, Guatemala sinkhole, ?, Louise Richardson, Julia Solis

"He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated house from which all the furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition. Around the dry lips sprouted clumps of whiskers like so many weeds. So, I thought, even after so much of his life force had been lost, a man's beard continued to grow."

-Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood.