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2007 Darwin Award Winners
Web Goddess writes "The 2007 Darwin Award Winners have been announced. Precarious sex, squashed thieves, animals eradicated with electricity, the obligatory macho competition involving a train, and one computer (which survived.) But think twice before you read them. Do you really want to know about The Enema Within?"
Dead Reverend's Rubber Fetish
Autopsy: Pastor found in wetsuits after autoerotic mishap
OCTOBER 8--An Alabama minister who died in June of "accidental mechanical asphyxia" was found hogtied and wearing two complete wet suits, including a face mask, diving gloves and slippers, rubberized underwear, and a head mask, according to an autopsy report. Investigators determined that Rev. Gary Aldridge's death was not caused by foul play and that the 51-year-old pastor of Montgomery's Thorington Road Baptist Church was alone in his home at the time he died (while apparently in the midst of some autoerotic undertaking). While the Montgomery Advertiser, which first obtained the autopsy records, reported on Aldridge's two wet suits, the family newspaper chose not to mention what police discovered inside the minister's rubber briefs. Aldridge served as the church's pastor for 16 years. Immediately following his death, church officials issued a press release asking community members to "please refrain from speculation" about what led to Aldridge's demise, adding that, "we will begin the healing process under the strong arm of our Savior, Jesus Christ." (5 pages)
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/1008072scuba1.html
"Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh." - George Bernard Shaw
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face
Those of us who have a shot at living for many more years but have had a hard look at the grim reaper peering back at us recently might have a different perspective than those in their healthy years have. I remember sitting in the waiting room of the oncology department of a major hospital awaiting my turn under the accelerator, about seven years ago. A few of us in that room of gloom and doom made friends because we scheduled our appointment at the same time every week, for many weeks. Some of us joked about our conditions and expected demise. My wife couldn't handle it so stayed outside, but to those of us in there that I got to know, we did quite well I think, thanks to humor.
On the bigger scale, every healthy soul is in the same boat in life. We have to joke about this condition we call life--it's going to kill us one way or another. Though it might be tragic to watch how some people find ways to go out, it is most interesting. With the Darwin Awards, even amusing given an objective perspective.