Freakin Sick Ass Mysteries

Ive got a thing for the unexplained and mysterious. This is one of the coolest that I've come across so far.

The Taman Shud Case

A picture of the Somerton Man: 

Also known as the ‘Mystery of the Somerton Man‘, this internet peculiarity  is a murder case that has gone unsolved for over 60 years. On December 1st, 1948 at 6.30am, the body of an unidentified man was found on Somerton Beach in Adelaide, South Australia. All they found on the body was a unlit cigarette placed behind his ear, a used bus ticket from the city to St. Leonards in Glenelg, an unused second-class rail ticket from the city to Henley Beach, a comb, a pack of Juicy Fruit (what kinda grown ass man chews Juicy Fruit?), an Army Club cigarette packet containing Kenistas cigarettes and a box of matches (no wallet? again, what kind of man doesn’t own a wallet? Although using an Oyster card holder as a make-shift wallet is permissible).
A month later on January 14th a brown suitcase belonging to the man was found in Adelaide Railway Station. The police, hoping to find a lead, found that all identification marks on the clothes had been removed apart form the name “T.Keane” on one of the ties, “Keane” on a laundry bag and “Kean” on a vest. Cased solved right? Wrong. After further investigation yielded nothing, they came to the conclusion that whichever douche-bag removed the identification tags from the clothes had left the tags with “Keane” on them knowing full well that “Keane” wasn’t the dead man’s name. You gotta respect that level of dedication to the lulz.
Then the story gets more intense. A few months later in June they found a piece of paper with ‘Taman Shud’ written on in it in a secret compartment in his trouser pocket. A quick side note: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE A SECRET POCKET IN A POCKET? (I need somewhere safe to stash my mephedrone obviously). Anyway the Five-O called in some book nerds to find out the translation of ‘Taman Shud’,  who recognised the writing as the phrase “ended”/”finished” which is found on the final page of The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam – a collection of Persian poetry. Another breakthrough came when in November a man reading an article on the case realised that a copy of The Rubaiyat had been mysteriously left in the back seat of his unlocked car, the Po-Po did all that sciencey CSI shit on the book and found that the piece of paper was from torn from the pages of the recovered book.
On the back of the book they found this code:

The code has never been cracked and from here the story just becomes increasingly ridiculous:
* On the back of the book was a unlisted telephone number of a former nurse.
* The former nurse herself had a copy of The Rubaiyat which she gave to some guy.
* They found out the guy she gave it to was alive and well, and he still had his copy of The Rubaiyat that she originally gave to him.
(Quick time out: Was it just normal in those days for people to just have ridiculously obscure book of Persian poetry, what the fuck is going on? Is every generation just getting stupiderer?)
* The former nurse lived in the same suburb the mystery man visited the night he died.
You should check the wikipedia page for more bizarre coincidences that would challenge even the most staunch of logical thinkers.

 By Tuvshin Bolor

2. The Taman Shud Case
Also known as the ‘Mystery of the Somerton Man‘, this internet peculiarity  is a murder case that has gone unsolved for over 60 years. On December 1st, 1948 at 6.30am, the body of an unidentified man was found on Somerton Beach in Adelaide, South Australia. All they found on the body was a unlit cigarette placed behind his ear, a used bus ticket from the city to St. Leonards in Glenelg, an unused second-class rail ticket from the city to Henley Beach, a comb, a pack of Juicy Fruit (what kinda grown ass man chews Juicy Fruit?), an Army Club cigarette packet containing Kenistas cigarettes and a box of matches (no wallet? again, what kind of man doesn’t own a wallet? Although using an Oyster card holder as a make-shift wallet is permissible).
A month later on January 14th a brown suitcase belonging to the man was found in Adelaide Railway Station. The police, hoping to find a lead, found that all identification marks on the clothes had been removed apart form the name “T.Keane” on one of the ties, “Keane” on a laundry bag and “Kean” on a vest. Cased solved right? Wrong. After further investigation yielded nothing, they came to the conclusion that whichever douche-bag removed the identification tags from the clothes had left the tags with “Keane” on them knowing full well that “Keane” wasn’t the dead man’s name. You gotta respect that level of dedication to the lulz.
Then the story gets more intense. A few months later in June they found a piece of paper with ‘Taman Shud’ written on in it in a secret compartment in his trouser pocket. A quick side note: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE A SECRET POCKET IN A POCKET? (I need somewhere safe to stash my mephedrone obviously). Anyway the Five-O called in some book nerds to find out the translation of ‘Taman Shud’,  who recognised the writing as the phrase “ended”/”finished” which is found on the final page of The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam – a collection of Persian poetry. Another breakthrough came when in November a man reading an article on the case realised that a copy of The Rubaiyat had been mysteriously left in the back seat of his unlocked car, the Po-Po did all that sciencey CSI shit on the book and found that the piece of paper was from torn from the pages of the recovered book.
On the back of the book they found this code:

The code has never been cracked and from here the story just becomes increasingly ridiculous:
* On the back of the book was a unlisted telephone number of a former nurse.
* The former nurse herself had a copy of The Rubaiyat which she gave to some guy.
* They found out the guy she gave it to was alive and well, and he still had his copy of The Rubaiyat that she originally gave to him.
(Quick time out: Was it just normal in those days for people to just have ridiculously obscure book of Persian poetry, what the fuck is going on? Is every generation just getting stupiderer?)
* The former nurse lived in the same suburb the mystery man visited the night he died.
You should check the wikipedia page for more bizarre coincidences that would challenge even the most staunch of logical thinkers.