I’m sure you’ve all seen the stickers appearing on the back of various vehicles in the past few years. You know, the stickers by which the vehicle’s occupant advertises the DEATH of a loved one? This morning, I have witnessed a new low in such redneckery. Not only did it have the DEAD person’s name, their birth/DEATH dates, and just how very much they were loved…it also had the apparent location in which they DIED.Yes, readers numbering five, not only are we forced to share in this total stranger’s alleged sorrow, but we also need to know precisely where their stickerly-mourned loved one bought the farm. So that the next time we drive down that road, we can weep a little tear of sadness? Or so that we can have the creeping heebie jeebies, and potentially crash up ourselves looking for gouge marks and bloodstains?
Or, maybe…zombies back from the dead looking for vengeance on fuckers who embarrass them with stupid RIP stickers.
In other news, last night Zoe brought me a AA rechargable battery. Why?