Its therapy really, not a rant...
Not sure I like this qotw, but anyway.

Seen too many dead bodies. Saw two train "accident" victims. I say victims, the tracks went close to the local psychiatric wards and occasionally one would get out and end it all. To be discovered by dog walkers or in my case, young lads on mountain bikes.

Also saw my grandmother's corpse. I had to. Because...

Whilst I was at uni, my brother was killed. Was joining the army, passed his initial basic training and was on his last weekend home until he completed basic. Went out, had a few drinks with friends, then slipped on some wet grass whilst walking home and fell into the road and knocked himself out. The first two cars saw him and swerved. The third didn't. And I mean didn't see him at all. The only reason she stopped was her suspension and steering was wiped out by his body.

I of course was at uni, and was oblivious to all this. Until I received the phone call from my father. I of course couldn't believe him - didn't want to and to be honest I still don't (its been over 10 years now). The rest of the story is not for here, but these events (the shock and disbelief mainly) mean that if anyone close to me dies (such as my grandmother) I have to see for myself to make sure that they are actually dead.

Also means that nothing shocks me anymore as I have seen the worst thing I think I ever will (my younger brother's dead body).

Sorry its not funny, but what did you expect?

Weekend at Bernie's?
(animal252 last activated his kitten hammer on, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 23:22, Reply)