Excrement Occurs
A few weeks back, I wrote about my friend Karen, who is dying. In that post, I mentioned that she was estranged from her family. To be more precise, they are estranged from her. When a mutual friend of ours informed Karen's older brother that Karen is dying, his response was, "Shit happens."
He always was a prize asshole.
Recently he accepted an out-of-state job offer. He and his wife sold their house and he immediately made the move, leaving her behind to tie up the loose ends and to follow shortly. Fresh start, exciting opportunity, awesome future ahead, yadda, yadda, yadda. Today he was found dead in his new place. Not freshly dead, either. You see, it apparantly took a couple of days for anyone to figure out that he was missing and to go looking for him.
They haven't determined the cause of his not-so-fresh death, yet. Perhaps Karma was packing an Uzi.
Shit happens.
He always was a prize asshole.
Recently he accepted an out-of-state job offer. He and his wife sold their house and he immediately made the move, leaving her behind to tie up the loose ends and to follow shortly. Fresh start, exciting opportunity, awesome future ahead, yadda, yadda, yadda. Today he was found dead in his new place. Not freshly dead, either. You see, it apparantly took a couple of days for anyone to figure out that he was missing and to go looking for him.
They haven't determined the cause of his not-so-fresh death, yet. Perhaps Karma was packing an Uzi.
Shit happens.