My Grandfather passed away Friday (my mom's dad). His Widow's son passed away the day of my Grandfather's funeral. (Cancer, and we knew it was coming).
A crazy woman placed her hands on my grandfather at the end of the funeral, commanding him to climb out of the casket! Nobody knew who she was.
I found out that my Great-Grandfather's(his dad) name was "Isaac Newton Mansfield".
FUCKING WEIRD.
I wanted to name a son Isaac, with Newton in mind.
Someone put a box over my boss' head, and punched him in the stomach. Automatic fire, not to mention the assault charge.
Someone almost died on a forklift, because a semi driver pulled out of the bay area as the forklift was driving out of the trailer. It got wedged in midair between the bay door and the end of the semi.
On a different note, I just learned that 4 years ago, Muhammad Ali (Cassius Clay)challenged my father to a boxing match in a Wendy's parking lot.
You know what I love? When you take a bottle of soda (preferably a 2-liter, due to surface area), and just wrap your hand round the label. Now twist the cap, and let the Co2 out for the first time, and let the label "krinkle" in your palm and fingertips.
So I find myself listening to "Ode to Pasquala" by Rah Rah, eating "Creamy Home-style milk chocolate" frosting, by Duncan Hines, after having just completed the second installment of the Dark Tower Series, titled "The Drawing of the Three", by Stephen King.