Sometimes…It’s Just Your Time!
Have you ever heard of a series of events so improbable, that took lives in such an unlikely way, that it had to just be the victim’s time? Well, if you’ll pardon the pun, let me regale you with one such story. The following entry is take from an entry on climate at Kansas State University:
San Luis, Obispo, CA, April 7, 1926. Lightning struck large oil reservoirs containing 750,000 barrels of oil two and a half miles south of the center of town. Altogether, over 5,000,000 gallons of oil burned, and the fire lasted five days. As a result, hundreds of violent whirlwinds formed. Many of them had characteristics of true tornadoes. The gyrating, funnel-shaped clouds were viewed by thousands of people. Some did considerable damage but none travelled more than three miles from the fire zone. At least two revolved in a clockwise direction. Being purely of local origin there were no fronts or general currents of air to give the true counter-clockwise rotation.
And, as the recently departed Paul Harvey would say, “Now for the rest of the story…”
This was reported day before last in the San Francisco Chronicle Weather section: one of the funnels really formed into a go-getter. It traveled for 1,000 yards! Along the way, it picked up a house in its path, carried it 150 ft. and dropped it. That process killed the two people inside.
Gotta say, it was just their time!
Now, do you have any good stories of really unlikely exits from the mortal coil? And, second question: since you have to go anyway, do any of you have interesting ways you have picked for yourselves? Don’t tell me about the two prostitutes at the age of 95 – every guy relates that one! 
By the way, I picked mine a ways back. I read that there is no record of a human being dying from being hit by a plummeting meteor. One guy in Africa was struck on the leg, but that seems to be the worst recorded.
When I’m 94 (and a half), I’d like to go out in my yard, look up at an approaching bright light, and be taken out by a direct hit from a meteor! Nothing left but a crater!
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Tags: People, San Luis Obispo, tornadoes, untimely deaths
Con………This is quite a story. What kind of cold meds are you on? lol. This looks like a twister to me and when I go out, I sure don’t want to blow away or be hit with something from above! I’d just as soon (when I’m approaching 100) get into bed; go to sleep; and, follow the light to wherever it is you go. Then, fire me up and put me in one of the new bio-degradable urns made of corn starch and put me in the plot with Joe where we can take up where we left off when we left these mortal coils (or whatever we leave).
I hope you are feeling better soon.
Corky (a.k.a. Madre)
Right now, Ma, I feel like that meteor already has nicked me!
Three dead bodies turn up at the mortuary, all with very big smiles on
their faces.
The coroner calls the police to tell them what has happened.
The Coroner tells the Inspector: ‘First body: An Italian , 60, died
of heart failure while with his mistress. Hence the enormous smile.’
‘Second body: ‘Scotsman, 25, won a thousand pounds on the
Lottery, spent it all on whisky, died of alcohol poisoning, hence the
smile.’
The Inspector asked, ‘What of the third body?’
‘Ah,’ says the coroner, ‘This is the most unusual one. Rummuser, just 75.
Struck by lightning.’
‘Why is he smiling then?’ inquires the Inspector.
‘Thought he was having his picture taken’.
rummuser’s last blog post..Light At The End Of The Tunnel.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That really is good! How goes it in the fast lane?
Bird droppings fall out of the sky on me all of the time. I guess the birds are preparing me for the big one to drop. Thank God ostriches can fly, or I would be dead all ready.
I don’t expect to live to be 90 or 100, but that’s all right. I want to die young as late as possible. I’m with Corky, slipping quietly away in my sleep sounds good to me.
Jean Browman–Cheerful Monk’s last blog post..Digging for the Treasure
There is nothing like a good joke (almost, lol) to finish the day and that was a good joke Mr. Rummuser.
Had a nice talk with Carly yesterday and hope you are feeling better today Con.
Love, Mom
Ah, “To die young as late as possible.” It doesn’t get better than that.
Now, Jean, we have had difficulty with my tongue-in-cheek nature before, lol. I am suspecting that you now know the nature of my insanity, that I always leave breadcrumbs to follow back to reality and they are pointed to by my hyperbole. I don’t care whether I am taken out by a meteor. I simply want to go in a way that I don’t agonize over and is not overly painful to my loved ones. In the sleep is about as good as it gets…
Mom, I am experiencing the classic annoying illness – a ton of symptoms, almost no real illness at all. No fever. Nothing of import. But, I have a ton of kleenexes available and a ready wastebasket!
Still, I felt well enough to mow and edge both lawns – between blowing my nose – and we moved the “back-patio” table from the front patio to the back. When I stopped because I wasn’t feeling well, it was mostly because I was really tired of working in the yard.
If I die from this, I will be absolutely amazed.
Conrad, it sounds like you have Man flu!
Get well soon!
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Man flu Grannymar? He has got a dose of Senior Citizenitis. What he needs to do is to read my latest post.
rummuser’s last blog post..I Really Need To Change My Image.
@Ramana, You think Conrad has Senior Citizenitis. Is it contagious, if so I won’t come back…. I have enough problems as it is!
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My roommate in college said that she wanted to die young & make a pretty corpse. She died soon after that. Brown hair, brown tan, swimming in brown lake water. A kid was driving a motorboat, saw her & turned. She got sliced up by the motorboat blades. Didn’t make a pretty corpse. Sorry to bring this up.
Grannymar, my Senior Citzenitis doesn’t seem to be contagious. As far as I can remember at least…
Grannymar, my Senior Citzenitis doesn’t seem to be contagious…
Oh, bikehikebabe, that is such a sad story. And it sounds like a rough way to go.