The Dead Just Messing With This Medium

The Inquirer ran a nice long feature on a local medium yesterday, which described the Bucks County resident’s rise in the psychic and medium community. (Fun fact: Like pro wrestling, many people believe this is real.)

Unfortunately for medium Joseph Tittel — who has a show in WBCB, of course — the spirits in the afterlife just enjoy screwing around with him:

It’s difficult for Tittel to explain exactly how information from the other side gets transmitted. “Mostly when I see things, it’s with the mind’s eye,” he says. “I see it but not like I see you. I get a lot of pictures. The spirits have installed a whole dictionary in my head. Certain things they show me mean certain things. My favorite is [a can of] Maxwell House coffee which has nothing to do with coffee. It’s the name Max, but that’s what they have me trained on.”

Similarly, a vision of a cuckoo clock would suggest to Tittel a link to Germany.

Why are the dead such fucking jackasses? “Hey, we need to conjure up old Uncle Max.” “Let’s give him a vision of Maxwell House.” “Yeah! Yeah! That’ll piss him off.” Man.

Medium gains a following [Inquirer]