99.99% of the time there is nothing funny about death. In the other .01% of deaths that have some sort of humorous element to it, only a very small percentage those are funny. Let me put it this way: in the .01% of deaths there is “funny” as in “that’s horrible” but the unusual circumstances of a particular death may cause us to shake our heads in wonderment. For example, there’s the story of the poor woman who was taking pictures of a moving train and was so wrapped up in her work that she didn’t hear the train coming up from behind her! SPLAT!
Then there is “funny” as in “haha”. The kind of death that falls into this category is a death like that of Hugo Chavez. I’m not playing God here, but if there was ever a human bean that “deserved” to die, it was this murderous, corrupt, Commie ass dictator. So when he bought the farm, millions of people in Venezuela and around the world rejoiced at the thought that El Presidente will now be tweeting from the Eternal Lake of Fire and taking it up the ass from Satan for eternity. Fuck. Him.
Today’s story is one of an untimely death that falls into the “funny” as in “horrible” but the unusual circumstances of the death cause us to shake our heads in amazement.And it involves SEX.
Let me splain.