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hevquip from 45.697 bits of electricity on 2001-11-27 22:06 [#00056225]



Death Fails To Claim Victim

Death failed to claim 117 year old heart attack victim
Edward Macken today. Earlier when Edward was kind enough to
give me a few words, I believe he had mumbled, "what the
fuck? i was watching Matlock one minute, then in a hospital
getting a tube put up my man pipe the next. the nurse had
told me i had a heart attack. i could of swore my number was
up this time. why do i got to suffer like this? it's just
not humane. Kevorkian can't do house calls anymore either."
Ed proceeded to ask which grandchild i was. With such
injustice done to a kindly old man, i went to look for where
things went wrong. My answer was found at the door of Death.
unfortuneatly, Death had gone out for some groceries. "He
really loves quieche, but he was out of eggs. He should be
back shortly," said his doorman. i left my name and number
with the doorman and went back to my office, awaiting the
call of Death. About half an hour later, i got the phone
call. "Is this the reporter who had stopped by earlier,
looking for me?" said the taut english voice. i asked, "is
this Death?" and received the response, "yes." I had
questioned him as to whether or not he was keen on the name
Edward Macken. "Vaguely familiar...i think i was scheduled
to stop by earlier today. something about a heart attack or
stroke maybe...i cant remember. i was watching Nascar
races." "So why didn't you claim Edward today?" asked i. "I
dont know. i just didn't feel like it, you know. There was
some Friends reruns on t.v. today that i didn't get to catch
last time. I just wanted to take it easy today. you know,
have a little me time." with this answer in hand, i left to
see the kindly old Edward once more. When confronted with
the information behind Death's motives, he just shook his
head in silence. I gave him the opportunity to be alone, and
as i walked out the door, he mumbled "it's not fair, it's
just not fair," he then rolled on to his side, dozing off
into his peaceful slumber.


 

Scary Bear on 2001-11-27 23:22 [#00056250]



sniff, sob.

Sad story dude. Write that yourself??


 

hevquip from 45.697 bits of electricity on 2001-11-27 23:50 [#00056261]



yep, wrote it myself. i'm too decent to rip it off of
someone else.


 


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