Ways to go
OK, ok. I'm late with the meme. So sue me, I've been away.
Yesterday I went on a pilgrimage to Roslin. Not, I hasten to add, to Rosslyn Chapel (now £1m richer thanks to that nice Mr Brown*), but 17 Main Street, Roslin - where I used to live. They've put double glazing in since I sold up six years ago - something I was too cheap to do. And the Masonic Lodge around the back seems to have closed down. At least, the sign's no longer on the wall.
The Horse Doctor and I lived in Roslin for five years, whilst she was at the Royal (Dick) School of Veterinary Science (otherwise known as the Dick Vet) just South of Edinburgh finding out what goes on inside horses. Since her meeting was at the Dick Vet yesterday. I took the opportunity to revisit old haunts whilst she was being nice to those people from Defra with the big chequebooks. I went for a stroll in Roslin Glen (without dogs, which was a bit of a waste), stared at Roslin Castle for awhile, then sat in the car and typed my fifteen hundred words for the day. Nobody recognised me, so I've probably been away long enough now.
Meeting over, we headed into town to visit friends, and at no time during the day did I have access to the internet. Thus no blog, and no making snide comments on other people's. Today's been a difficult day too, with the small matter of a funeral. When I die, if anyone notices, I want there to be singing and dancing, merriment and debauchery. I think I'll specify in my will that there be strippers and comedians and anyone turning up in a dark suit will be pelted with custard pies. Perhaps it's because no-one really close has died in awhile, but the whole incapacitated with grief thing just doesn't work for me. Sure, I'm sad, and I feel sorry for the family left behind, but I'd really like my last memory of Mike to be us chatting over a simple lunch, not some grim seventies concrete building in the bad end of Dunfermline, woeful organ music and a coffin only partially obscured by velvet curtains as it descends silently into the furnace room.
Still, I will most likely disappear, and no-one will know if I'm dead or not. You can have the party anyway.
How Will You Die??
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* Dan, not Gordon. He prefers to take your money away.
Yesterday I went on a pilgrimage to Roslin. Not, I hasten to add, to Rosslyn Chapel (now £1m richer thanks to that nice Mr Brown*), but 17 Main Street, Roslin - where I used to live. They've put double glazing in since I sold up six years ago - something I was too cheap to do. And the Masonic Lodge around the back seems to have closed down. At least, the sign's no longer on the wall.
The Horse Doctor and I lived in Roslin for five years, whilst she was at the Royal (Dick) School of Veterinary Science (otherwise known as the Dick Vet) just South of Edinburgh finding out what goes on inside horses. Since her meeting was at the Dick Vet yesterday. I took the opportunity to revisit old haunts whilst she was being nice to those people from Defra with the big chequebooks. I went for a stroll in Roslin Glen (without dogs, which was a bit of a waste), stared at Roslin Castle for awhile, then sat in the car and typed my fifteen hundred words for the day. Nobody recognised me, so I've probably been away long enough now.
Meeting over, we headed into town to visit friends, and at no time during the day did I have access to the internet. Thus no blog, and no making snide comments on other people's. Today's been a difficult day too, with the small matter of a funeral. When I die, if anyone notices, I want there to be singing and dancing, merriment and debauchery. I think I'll specify in my will that there be strippers and comedians and anyone turning up in a dark suit will be pelted with custard pies. Perhaps it's because no-one really close has died in awhile, but the whole incapacitated with grief thing just doesn't work for me. Sure, I'm sad, and I feel sorry for the family left behind, but I'd really like my last memory of Mike to be us chatting over a simple lunch, not some grim seventies concrete building in the bad end of Dunfermline, woeful organ music and a coffin only partially obscured by velvet curtains as it descends silently into the furnace room.
Still, I will most likely disappear, and no-one will know if I'm dead or not. You can have the party anyway.
You scored as Eaten. Your death will be death by wild animals. You will probably get eaten by a bear or shark something because you don't know the natural safety precautions and are ignorant. | |||
Natural Causes | 67% | ||
Eaten | 67% | ||
Bomb | 60% | ||
Suicide | 53% | ||
Cut Throat | 40% | ||
Gunshot | 40% | ||
| 33% | |||
Disappear | 33% | ||
Disease | 33% | ||
Stabbed | 27% | ||
Accident | 27% | ||
Suffocated | 20% | ||
Drowning | 7% |
How Will You Die??
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* Dan, not Gordon. He prefers to take your money away.
Comments
And I have to dispute the joke on another level - black bears are actually more vicious than grizzlies. I mean, a grizzly can kill you, no question, but people mistakenly think black bears aren't as dangerous, and they're more likely to attack under the right conditions.
See why people die? They believe the lie in the joke. Damn comedians. Its all fun and games until someone gets eaten...
Worry not James, soon as you die, I'll be there.
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