Death takes no holiday here

Every day is the Day of the Dead and Halloween for Cathee Shultz and J.D. Healy.

For more than 18 years the couple have collected the possessions of serial killers, the mummified heads of decapitated mass murderers and such things as photos of celebrity crime and autopsy scenes.

Portions of their collection have been on display at their Museum of Death in Hollywood since the first of the year.

“It’s extremely graphic. Take a look at the picture behind you. It’s our test photo,” Shultz tells a visitor who is about to plunk down the $15 museum admission fee.


If the photograph of the victim of a crash between a motorcycle and a truck doesn’t leave you weak-kneed or nauseated, you’re good to go through the bars of a cell door from San Quentin State Prison’s death row into the exhibit area, she says.

Past an alcove holding a hand-hewn casket dating from the early 1900s, jaws drop and stomachs sink as the self-guided tour begins.

It starts out gently enough. The first room is dedicated to funerary customs, with a display of mortuary matchbook covers and walls papered with undertakers’ business cards and the funeral home logo-imprinted hand fans used by mourners in the old days before air conditioning.

There is antique mortuary equipment and empty vintage embalming fluid bottles. But there is also an explicitly detailed training film on how to embalm a body that runs continuously.

John Howell, a 54-year-old tourist from Branford, Conn., doesn’t want to watch the video but can’t help himself. “We don’t have anything like this at home,” he says.

His son 29-year-old son, Jeff, has seen enough. He moves on and pauses in front of a glass display case containing a man’s head. A sign identifies it as the guillotined remains of Henri Landru, the “Bluebeard of France” who was executed in 1922 after being held responsible for the deaths of 11 women.

“That’s his real head,” exclaims an astonished Jeff Howell, a restaurant server who lives in Highland Park.

Farther into the museum is a hallway displaying gruesome fatal traffic accident photos and a window that opens into what appears to be a bedroom. Inside, a bunk bed holds two figures clad in sneakers and black clothing with purple shrouds over their heads.


It’s a scene from the 1997 Heaven’s Gate mass suicide in Rancho Santa Fe near San Diego, where 30 cultists expecting a trip into the great beyond on an approaching comet poisoned themselves. A recruiting video made by cultists plays nonstop. Signage explains that the bunk bed, one of the shrouds and one set of the sneakers are authentic -- and still had the distinctive odor of death when they arrived from the suicide scene.

There are original newspaper front pages that detail horrific murder rampages and cannibalism, and hundreds of photos: crime scene and morgue pictures from the Manson family murders, the brutal Black Dahlia slaying and President Kennedy’s assassination. One set of photos shows a pair of murderers and their chopped-up victim.

A taxidermy display includes a Chihuahua that was killed along with actress Jayne Mansfield in an auto accident in 1967. Nearby, a small theater screens unending footage of actual deaths -- no simulations here, we are told.

One room is devoted to serial killers such as the 1970s’ John Wayne Gacy and Lawrence Bittaker. Gacy murdered 33 people in the Chicago area, and several of his original, hand-signed clown paintings are on the wall. A display case shows handmade pop-up birthday cards drawn by Bittaker, who killed five women in the Los Angeles area.


Shultz says the couple obtained the artwork and correspondence from Gacy and Bittaker the old-fashioned way: They asked them for it. Gacy was executed in 1994; Bittaker is on California’s death row.

“We write serial killers and send them pens, paper, stamps and a $10 money order,” Shultz explains. “Gacy would call us collect. He actually started selling his paintings.”

Some of the museum’s artifacts come by accident.

“Our biggest coup is the head of Henri Landru. A neurologist in Malibu had the head, and his wife didn’t like it. He e-mailed after seeing me on a segment on the History Channel about executions and offered it to us,” Shultz says.


“Somebody walked in the front door with the embalming videos and gave them to us. You’d be surprised what comes through the front door.”

Shultz, 47, and Healy, 48, live in Hollywood. She is a painter who crafted the museum’s display rooms out of old studios and editing areas in the building at 6031 Hollywood Blvd., which once housed a recording company. He is a carpenter; he built the museum’s replica guillotine and electric chair.

The pair, married for 25 years, launched their museum in San Diego in 1995. For a time they operated it at another Hollywood site. The present museum opened after a Los Feliz homeowner whose property was renovated by the couple lent them money to relaunch it. It is now self-sustaining, according to Shultz.

“I hope after visiting here people realize that life is short and they should live it fully, that even a bad day is a good day,” Healy says. “I want people to walk out of here with a better appreciation of life.”


The first customer this day is a woman who had dated a Heaven’s Gate victim. “She wanted to see if he was on the video. I stood with her and went through the whole thing. She wasn’t angry that we had the exhibit. She was fascinated. She said that exhibit was the only one she came to see,” Shultz says.

Howell, the Connecticut tourist, was jolted most by the Kennedy assassination photos: “They surprised me. I didn’t know they existed.”

Psychology student Dina Castaneda, 23, of Santa Fe Springs toured the museum with a friend, Artemio Lomas, a 24-year-old computer technician from Anaheim. She said she will write a class paper for Cerritos College describing her feelings about what she saw.

“The little baby’s coffin was the worst,” she says, shivering at the thought of the funerary room. “It scared me.”