Friday, July 11, 2008

death by sofa

This week, a woman in St. Petersburg will be the first wife in history to actually plant her couch-potato husband.

The unnamed woman was disgusted with her drunk husband who refused to get out of bed. After an argument with him, the woman kicked the handle of a mechanism that causes the sofa-bed to fold up against a wall.

The woman then stormed out of the room. Three hours later, she returned to a husband who seemed to be sleeping very soundly.

Upon entering the room, she saw that he was still in his underwear and actually jammed between the mattress and the back of the couch. He was also quite dead.

All indications are that the man died instantly.

I have heard many people say, "When I die, I want it to happen quickly while I'm in bed." This is probably not what they have in mind.

Bob Basler, a blogging friend at Reuter's, had this apt comment on the story:
When death happens, you like to think it won’t be in such an embarrassing way that some jerky humor blogger will use it. So how will they write this poor guy’s obit to retain some measure of dignity? I’ve thought about this, and I’ve told my wife that in the event I die a similar fold-out sofa-related death, here’s what she may truthfully tell our friends: “Oh, Bob died in his convertible!”

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey, thanks for the link!

Bob Basler