When I was a kid, I fell in love with a book called The Grim Reaper’s Book of Days which chronicled extraordinary and gruesome historical deaths in great detail for every day of the year, including your birthday. Tonight StumbleUpon showed me this Wikipedia site about unusual deaths. These lists favor ironical, horrific, comic, and bizarre accidental deaths. I find them fascinating, because I don’t have enough to worry about. If I died tomorrow, I would probably make the list. “Blogger blogs about dying and bites it the day after her post.” Maybe I won’t leave the house.
“2002: Richard Sumner, a British artist suffering from schizophrenia, disappeared and was not located again until three years later when his skeleton was discovered handcuffed to a tree in a remote forest in Wales. Police investigators determined the death was a suicide, with Sumner securing himself in the handcuffs and throwing the keys out of reach.”
I have that book. You were nice and let me have it. On my birthday I think a large group of Mexicans were killed instantly when a power plant exploded. I still have the book if you’d like to have it back. And I’ll try not to make too much fun of you in the comments section, but just to let you know … anyone who blogs more than once a day deserves to be made fun off. Just warning you. xoxo.