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A Question of the Macabre Kind

I was out with some friends the other day and I learned more about a really sad situation that happened last year when the son of one of the teacher’s at my music school committed suicide.

The suicide itself was bad enough.  But I was utterly shocked and stunned when I found out the rest of the story.

The gentleman who committed suicide had set things in motion so that his Mom would be the first one to find out what he had done and to discover his suicide note.  She flew to a different state to visit him at Christmas.  At the airport he had arranged to have a limousine pick her up from the airport and take her to his apartment.  She even said she thought this was a nice treat he had arranged for her.

At his apartment he left a note on the door for her to go in whereby she discovered his completely empty apartment with his suicide note and his legal documents on the bed.  He even described where he had left his body in case the police hadn’t found it yet.

On a visit?  At the holidays?  With a limousine?  And a note with the placement of your body?  So disturbing and sad.  So very, very horrific and horrifying.  Not just because of the end of a life, but because of the manner in which it was done.

I’m told that this person thought of his Mom as his best friend.  But still.  It’s NEVER, NEVER okay to do this to your parents.

And this is where my conversation with The Guru probably got a bit weird and macabre.  My brain refused to accept the information I had just heard and I had to explore it and poke about in every dark, lurid cranny and crevice before I could let it go.

Me: So, if you did ever decide to commit suicide who would you call in?

Him: That’s a really bizarre question.

Me:  I know.  I’m sorry.  I know that you would never do that.  But still, who would it be?  It couldn’t be your Mom.  She’d have a heart attack.  Your Dad wouldn’t do much better.  (He’s an only child).  It can’t be me because I’d call you back from the grave and strangle you for it.

Him:  This conversation is way too strange for me.

Me:  It’d have to be your uncle.  He’s a cop; he’s probably dealt with worse in his time.

Having settled on who he should call in for this situation, I started to contemplate who I would call in for the same situation.  I know.  I know.  Really, really morbid.  Like I said, I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it even though I knew my thoughts were going in this scary, grisly direction.

Eventually, I decided it would have to be one of my friends or possibly my uncle who is a retired fireman as I felt he wouldn’t be completely scarred for life.

So, there you have it.  A spooky, dreadful question perhaps, but who would you call in if this was your situation?  Edgar Allen Poe?  Edward Gorey?  Great-aunt Matilda?

“The Suicide,” illustrated by Edward Gorey (1925-2000), date unknown.

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Juju Lucky Cat

I stopped by the Farmer’s Market yesterday morning and could not resist picking up a voo-doo card called JuJu Lucky Cat.  I am dedicating it to the feral cat that lives out back, White Socks, in that I would like her to be lucky somewhere else rather than in my yard.  *sigh*

I think because I have been suckered into feeding via Hubby that she will never leave, but I guess it will be alright.  I just need to get up the energy to catch her and have her fixed.  There’s no need to create new feral cats.  I guess that’s what JuJu Lucky Cat Card is all about.  Maybe I’ll be lucky enough that catching her will be easy, and I can take care of this problem.

I also was devastated that they didn’t have an anti-housework voo-doo, or more specifically, anti-laundry.  Or maybe what is needed is a Lucky Laundry Card?  You can either give it the evil eye to keep it away from you or get lucky and have someone else do it for you.  The stall owners were really pleased with my suggestion and seemed keen on making some.  I’m excited to see what it will look like next time I’m back at the market.  I’ll report back how it works once I have one.

In other news, I have signed up to run a 5K with my friend.  It’s a color run and we will be hit with tons of color as we go through the run.  Now, I only have to get some training under my belt so that I can handle the 5K.  I was doing pretty good at that, but slid backwards a bit when I got sick last weekend.  Then this weekend the Hubs got sick.  Why are guys such wimps when they’re sick?  I know you don’t feel good, but you’re not dying, darling.  🙂

Also, in a strange, but happy coincidence we went off to a restaurant this morning and while we were on the phone with the in-laws waiting for our table, we saw my father-in-law walk into the restaurant.  So weird.  But cool.  BTW, if you get a suspicious email that tells you that your bank account will be drawn for X number of dollars just ignore it, okay?  Since they didn’t, Hubs is going over there to clean up their computer, which we’re guessing has now been infested with a virus.  Also, it’s not a good idea to call or email the people back.  Then they know you’re alive AND have a bank account and will pester you more.

That’s all for now!

Card that says Juju Lucky Cat

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Wordless Wednesday: It’s Time To Play The Music

I saw the new Muppet Movie tonight.  It was good.  Not as good as the original, but still full of plenty of laughs, 80’s references and a whole lot of nostalgia.

Why are there so many songs about….

*maniacal laugh…maniacal laugh**

THE END

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