April 26, 2013
Medicine is such an inexact science. How can you truly know when someone dies? When consciousness leaves the body? When the spirit has passed to the domain of Yog-Sothoth? I dunno. Beats me. Better minds than mine have tried. For example, in The Boys From Brazil, the…
But I digress.
I have only one explanation.
The funny (I mean funnier) thing is, this seems to happen all the time. Score on for the medical schools of the world.
The closest personal experience I have is when, at my uncle’s funeral, his mistress showed up. Not quite the same thing, but my aunt sure had choice words.
Have we learned nothing from Bride of Frankenstein? The Zimbabwe prostitute? My uncle’s funeral?
Love and death don’t mix.
They didn’t know she wasn’t dead?
The Question is Imponderable.
(And thanks this week to Jimbo!)
Mr. Blog's Tepid Ride 
There are a few layers of imponderability here. For example, in what country do the paramedics operate like they seem to do in Zimbabwe? You call 911, tell them you have a stiff on your hands and they show up with a coffin to cart it away? Aren’t a few steps missing?
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