When you return home from work, mentally exhausted despite having done mostly nothing all day, what do you do?

Fair-haired, symmetrical actress Dianna Agron recently redesigned the backyard of her Hollywood Hills mansion to have a dinner party with her girlfriends. Said dinner party was photographed by the home design site Domaine and catered by Agron's chef friend Megan Mitchell.

91-year-old Janina Kolkiewicz was declared dead on November 6th and her body was sent to a funeral home. Eleven hours later, she woke up.

In December, while being drinky poolside with two friends under the blanket of a sticky Panama City night, I watched Twitter collectively orgasm after Beyoncé dropped. The next morning, I steered a young lady named Kitty Pryde back onto the right path, into the light. Because I'm a nice person, you see.

Happiness: what is it? A new study has found the answer: it is a mathematical equation based on your own expectations. You are so very predictable, humans.

81 years is a hell of a long time to be married to someone, but 102-year-old John and 98-year-old Ann Betar would be the first to admit that "it isn't a lovey dovey thing for 80 years."

Nelson Mandela, former South African president and global anti-oppression icon, has been released from a hospital in Pretoria where he has been ailing since June. He will continue his difficult recovery from home.

This story of a Pennsylvania man is in its own a perfect metaphor for the Sisyphean exercise that is working. The unnamed man in Canonsburg — which is about 15 miles south of Pittsburgh — tried to kill himself twice on Tuesday on his way to work, but ended up there nonetheless. His first attempt at ending his life was to jump out of a moving vehicle, but he was unsuccessful. He then stepped over a guard rail and into the path of a tractor-trailer, which knocked him out of his shoes, but didn't kill him.

An earnest, yet ultimately toothless last-ditch effort to save Lindsey Stone from termination proved no match for the thousands clamoring for her head.

Arthur Livingston, 39, maybe "alive" in the "technical" tense. He is "breathing" and his "biological heart" is "beating." But he's not alive in a much more important sense: his bank has declared him dead. Since May 2009.

Terminal cancer patient Aaron Jamison has hung on longer than anyone expected. We first met him last year, when he was selling ad space on his cremation urn in order to help his soon-to-be-widowed wife pay the bills. You, the generous Gawker readership, helped them out. Earlier this summer, we heard that Aaron did not have much time left. He's made it this far, but his situation is grave.

Life lives! Bears menace! Phone cancer! Asteroid stowaways! Booby bullies! Lab dangers! Electron dancing! Neanderthal crowding! And dangerous health experiments that you can do at home! It's your Thursday Science Watch, where we watch science—on the road, baby!

New York Times media guy David Carr is in big trouble for going on Bill Maher's HBO show and making a joke about how Kansas, Missouri, and other "middle places" are "the dance of the low sloping foreheads." (That means "dumb," for anyone reading in Kansas or Missouri.)

We first became familiar with terminal cancer patient and all-around loveable guy Aaron Jamison last year, when we heard about his plan to sell advertising space on his cremation urn in order to help his wife pay the bills after he died. You, the Gawker readers, chipped in to help Aaron and his wife Kristin, and they thanked you. Since a holiday update last December, we hadn't heard any more from Kristin and Aaron (although Aaron has still been updating his blog, which can be found here.)

Sometimes a picture is worth so many words, it renders you speechless. Life recently digitized a cache of Eva Braun's personal photographs. Among them was a surrealist Nazi nightmare labeled "Me as Al Jolson." It dates to 1937 and shows Hitler's future bride in blackface and drag. [Life, image via LIFE.com/Getty Images]

Miner diet! Nutrition labels! Hispanic lifespan! Diet clothes! Broken backs! Dope drugs! And walking minds! It's your Thursday health watch, where we watch your health—and chew gum, simultaneously!

NASA is holding a contest to name the "wakeup songs" played during the last-ever Space Shuttle missions. You can submit an original composition, or pick from a list of songs. The problem: They all suck. The solution: These 10 tracks.

In April we brought you the heartbreaking story of Aaron Jamison, a young man with terminal cancer who was selling advertising space on his cremation urns. Readers stepped up to help. We asked Aaron for an update; his note, below.

The hip microblogging service Tumblr isn't just for photo blogs about dogs wearing human clothes anymore! As The New York Times writes today, it's also for media companies flailing about on the internet. Are they succeeding? Let's find out!

Some data fiend decided to see how data on drinking habits correlated with all sorts of other fun factors like religion, education and politics. Educated godless liberals with large vocabularies, it seems, enjoy a beverage more than most.