What a way to go…Posted: December 16, 2012
Once again it’s disclaimer time, I’m sorry if today’s post offends you, I didn’t mean to, I was just writing about something that I’ve been thinking about recently.
Storming a machine gun post to save your buddies…Flying your fighter plane into the bottom of an alien spaceship to blow it up…In bed with an Olympics gymnastics team.
There are good ways to die.
I mean, none are perfect because, well, you’ll be dead, but some deaths are preferable to others. If I could pick the manner of my passing I’d go either for peacefully in my sleep at a reasonable age (80) or going out in some heroic blaze of glory saving the lives of others or the entire world.
So, the other day I read one of those stories where you feel bad for the major players on more than one level.
The story concerns a recent warning issued to middle-aged men not to overdo it on the dance floor this Christmas following the death of a 46 year old man while dancing to “Gangnam Style”.
Yes, the poor guy involved shuffled off the mortal coil to the sounds of the almost criminally catchy Korean ditty. Its one of those stories where your heart goes out to the family not just for the loss but how that loss happened.
They can always say “heart attack” but deep down they’ll know their loved one went out throwing shapes to one of the most irritating songs of all time. I’ve not had many relatives die, but I’d assume that people never ask the follow up question of how it went down, but I know cats sometimes float the “was it sudden” query at people, and one can only imagine the awkwardness in trying to relay that yes, it was sudden, it was just as he started doing the lasso mime during the song.
And think of the poor acquaintances who will be told this story and have to keep a straight face. Laughter often springs from discomfort and the death, coupled with the awkward situation you’re in may prove too much for many people’s giggle suppressors.
It’s made a doctor come out and warn older men not to go too far beyond their comfort zone (the YMCA, the Quo lean, light air guitaring) and stated:
The chance that you’ll come to grief is very small. But as with any form of untypical exercise … be somewhat measured
There’s an old Graham Greene story called A Shocking Accident, about a guy who’s father was killed when a pig fell of a balcony onto his head. Everyone he meets and relates the story to can’t help but laugh until finally he meets a girl who responds with decorum and respect, and he instantly knows this is the girl from him. Perhaps it’ll be the same way with the kids of this bloke.
Although, judging from my own father and parenting I’ve witnessed, one of the joys of having kids is being able to embarrass them in public, and this fella has found a way of considering this dad-tradition beyond the grave.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.