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[phosfate]

My dumbass cousin, let's call him Dudley, was smoking in bed yesterday. He fell asleep, set fire to his parents' house, sent his mom (my not terribly beloved Aunt Petunia) to the burn ward in critical condition, and died. Uncle Vernon (who escaped to the front lawn) is down to one lung, and is not supposed to be near smoke, but they smoke in his house anyway. They had a smoke detector, but the batteries had been removed, doubtless because the noise of it going off whenever somebody lit up disturbed Petunia's tender ears.

If there's a moral here other than "don't be a fucking moron," I'm damned if I can find it.

Comments

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

As a non-smoker surrounded by smokers...I have no idea, unless it's a process similar to that of nodding off during Sam Waterston's summing-up with a hot cup of coffee in your lap. Smoking in bed is such a 1965 way to die...

Upside...um...I'll let you know.

[cageyklio.livejournal.com]

I have no idea, unless it's a process similar to that of nodding off during Sam Waterston's summing-up with a hot cup of coffee in your lap

Erp. Mwf. Chrtl. Snrf.

Ya know, you make me feel really hypocritical about offering condolences when I'm trying so hard not to laugh.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

They should just have him start to read 'Runaway Bunny' at the end of every episode and be done with it. So soooooooooothing...