MY uncle.
Seems there's more than one, but this one was mine.

Just before he died, he was managing to down 2 bottles of whiskey, plus disturbing amounts of beer per week.

His hard-working wife funded this habit, and - having had one hubby drink himself to death - lived in fear of THIS hubby doing the same.

His death was strangely not at all alcohol related. He suffered a sub-arachnoidal heamatoma. No. I can't be bothered to look it up for spelling purposes, though I can translate. Brain - blood vessel - pop - spidery looking pattern - dead.

This happened in an instant.... the instant occured while he was showering at 8am. My aunt returned home at 8pm.

... You know how your fingers get when you've been in the bath too long or done a particularly lengthy bout of washing up? hmm... the human body does that after 12 hours in the water it seems.

My aunt is now a nervous wreck, seemingly 2 seconds away from terminal break-down at any moment.

Wasn't that fun?

Can you tell I'm stuck at work today while EVERYONE else is on holiday? I'm not bitter. Not in the slightest.

Fuckers.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 12 Jul 2007, 14:20, Reply)