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Posted: 07.19.2002 I'm not dead! I'm getting better!
Ok, granted anyone who's married has had zone-out periods where you kind of forget everything going on around you and snap back to reality with a "huh?" a few minutes later...after you've agreed to do the laundry for the next 347 years, go purchase tickets for the next Backstreet Boys concert, and pick up liver and cabbage at the store for dinner... But this woman -- THIS woman -- lived with her dead husband rotting on the couch butt-nekkid for up to two weeks. After neighbors began to complain of the smell, they went to check on the couple and the wife replied, "Ok, but my husband is sleeping." Allllll...righty then. Cuckoo! (Article from Local6.com News.)
 That is so sad. She must have had dementure or something. I've recently delivered Meals On Wheels to old people and it's amazing the condition some of them live in. ¤ ¤ credit: Joanne | 07.19.02 at 05:28 AM | link- -this ¤ ¤ Florida has the best news...I think there is room somewhere on the web for an all Florida Freaky News Channel. ¤ ¤ credit: peat | 07.19.02 at 06:31 AM | link--this ¤ ¤That poor old lady. I feel bad for her, but that is gross. ¤ ¤ credit: Camille | 07.19.02 at 08:32 AM | link--this ¤ ¤Wow, that's really weird! ¤ ¤ credit: Linh | 07.19.02 at 09:14 AM | link--this ¤ ¤I remember hearing a story about a woman who lived down the street from my Mother when she was a teen. This woman and her husband had been maried for well over 50 years, and actually were more like newlyweds than most newlyweds are. Always giggling, smooching, pinching each other's butts. The husband's health had been going south for a few years, and one evening, he died in his sleep. She curled up with him all night and well into the day until her daughter arrived for a visit. She wasn't sad that she was gone. She was more concerned that he was cold. ...It's sad, but it's common. It's a way some people deal with things. When you lose someone, sometimes the easiest way for your mind to function without breaking is to force yourself to believe something less horrible than death. Although it sounds a little gross, this is what this woman must have done. I know I probably would have prevented myself from going half crazy if my Dad was still sitting on the couch, watching TV... Preferably still wearing clothes. That's the part I don't get. ¤ ¤ credit: Veshka | 07.19.02 at 10:30 AM | link--this ¤ ¤Uh...to follow up I think Drew over at Fark has beaten me to the punch on the Florida idea. I just peat ¤ ¤ credit: peat | 07.19.02 at 11:04 AM | link--this ¤ ¤I think it's a couple of days old on Fark -- I just noticed it, too, day before yesterday. Screw texas being like a whole 'nuther country -- Florida is like a whole 'nuther universe! And the local news station I get a lot of these links from is the best supplier. I wish we got their newscast on TV, because they always have the best 'nearly news' on the web! ¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 07.19.02 at 01:41 PM | link--this ¤ ¤So, I guess I shouldn't complain anymore when my husband spends all day doing useless crap. My new theory is "as long as he's moving, he's living." Yeah. That's a good moral by which to live. ¤ ¤ credit: Kim | 07.19.02 at 03:08 PM | link--this ¤ ¤Um...ewww. ¤ ¤ credit: yoshi | 07.19.02 at 06:27 PM | link--this ¤ ¤
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