It has been said that Dr. Joseph Bell, the inspiration for Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, could diagnose a patient's illness by merely looking at him. I myself have no such keen powers of observation. However I do believe I could tell when a person has been dead for three days.
Not so for Jerry Maestas of New Mexico. Who wisely never got into medicine, but does like to drink and drive. Apparently Jerry and his friend, Amy Marquez, went on a road trip together following an all day bender. After three days, despite the smell and despite the flies, Jerry only first considered consulting a physician when Amy's back began turning blue (story here).
Meh, I've heard the oft used illustration concerning how a person lost in sin is like a frog being cooked to death in a pot water that is slowly being heated. They are both oblivious to their fate. However in this case I think we might as well let the Enemy have this soul, as I don't even think upon dying that he'd realize that he was in Hell. We'd be dipping his nether regions in hot magma while threading his sinuses with barbed wire and he'd be nonchalantly asking when "Idol" would be on.
Which, incidentally, is MY version of Hell.
Ooh, ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you.
-- Brackish
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