So I get a call from my mother tonight; apparently some great uncle of mine on my paternal side passed away. Didn't know him. Don't really care. I'm sorry he's dead but thats as far as my feelings go. What made me laugh is how he died.
Apparently he was cheating on his wife with a prostitute in Brooklyn, Illinois (google it. the town is 60% railroad tracks, 30% stripclubs and 5% trailer parks and apartments and 5% schools and churches. No one ever goes to Brooklyn...you end up in Brooklyn.). He took one of his prostitute lady friends to a motel/apartment place to have relations and, in the middle of coitus, had a heart attac and died. So the prostitute calls her boyfriend and they, in a rush, threw his clothes on backwards, carried his body to his car and put the car in neutral and decided to push it away. One problem, the car was from the 70s so it was steel and heavy. So they only made it so far as in front of the motel and then they left him there, while the car was still in neutral.
I thought this was a hilarious way to die.
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