[via mostly forbidden zone]well, damn.
how long, and at what speed, must someone be swung around by the heels before they cease to live? a centrifugal death. or centripetal actually (someone once told me there is no such thing as "centrifugal force" and it was only a scientific lie this whole time-- like how the brontosaurus was really just a brachiosaurus.) both ways, i don't imagine it to be a quick or accidental murder and i would assume this damn clown was aware of what he was doing.
that may be a horrible way to go-- but going is always horrible in its own right-- however, this particularly awkward death has somewhat immortalized william snyder as it is truly interesting.
when each one of us slowly dies of cancer, no one in the future will post our haphazard obituaries on their blog whilst drunk. no one will care because there is nothing curious about cancer; there is nothing unique.
my greatest wish is that an ill-practiced circus clown ends my life. or perhaps a hummingbird. i've never trusted those syringe-beaked crack-addicts.
i just want it to be interesting.
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