
How tall was this poor guy? A whooping 6 feet and 7 inches! Are you kidding me? No I am not. To make the story even more intriguing (like you really need to) the victim was an albino black guy that produced several funk hits in the 70's. He could have been that cool albino black 70's soul funk guitarist that produced some hit but NO now he will always be the guy that got his legs cut off to fit in the casket. I still shake my head in disbelief that instead of finding a proper casket (because I know they got to be out there I mean people over 6 feet do die right?) someone looked at an electric saw and thought, "hmm now that's a good idea"
Here's the ICING ON THE CAKE and I don't even like icing, NO ONE NOTICED! An open casket and no one notices that they are staring at just a head and a torso. I understand grieving and how funerals can be so surreal but come on. Thank GOD I wasn't there because knowing my loud ass it wouldn't take long for me to say, "WHOA WHERE ARE THIS GUY'S LEGS?" and that could make for an awkward funeral reception.
If you want to read this article go ahead (http://news.aol.com/article/corpses-legs-cut/571659) but it's best fitting to just laugh at how stupid and yet how funny funeral workers can be. Also it proves that cremation is so the way or just don't die in South.
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