SCOTT BEAHAN, SHUTTERLY PERFECT PORTRAITURE
Speaking of dead bodies preserved in action and just to balance the beast/human respect for the dead, there's also this in the news today: "Buddhist monk ‘still smiling’ two months after his death."
ADDED: The tree preserved the dead dog, and the dog preserved the dead tree.
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So close to making it.
Mortality. The last enemy.
It's some kind of metaphor. As seen from 100 years in the future, the dog is Trump and the tree is America or the tree is Trump and the dog is America.
That monk didn't look like he was smiling.
More like," what the fu.....?"
Ah, I suppose that tree's bark is worse than that dog's bite.
Which somehow reminds me of Vladimir Lenin's mortal remains and Hillary Rodham's monument. Both those Communists left lots of dead bodies behind them.
At first glance I thought that was a painting.
He died doing what he loved.
"He died doing what he loved."
The old cliché (which I've written about a few times) made me think of what was to me a new joke, but which, as soon I thought of it, I figured has been made many times, and, googling, I can see that it has:
He died doing what he loved: dying.
Or
He died doing what he loved./He loved dying???!!!
The worst part was when the squirrel he chased into that tree realized the dog was trapped and came back through a knot hole to sit just out of reach and taunt him, then bore him for days describing in lurid detail the choice nuts he had found over the years.
Yes, Newsweek (what's left of it) is desperate for clicks: running out of money, few readers, pretty much no content worth reading. But now Newsweek seems to have additional problems:
https://nypost.com/2018/01/18/nypd-officers-raid-newsweek-headquarters/
It reminds me of the American media and its current Trump obsession/compulsion.
Btw, this video of reporters taking the cognitive screening test and trying to beat Trump's score is rather funny:
https://youtu.be/V3pzQ5fbz-s
Ann Althouse said...
"He died doing what he loved."
Stuckie is a main attraction at Southern Forest World
In the end, Stucky "gave is life for tourism," like King Tut.
He gave his life for tourism.
Now, when I die,
Don't think I'm a nut,
Don't want no fancy funeral,
Just one like ole king Tut. (Doggie Stuck)
He coulda won a Grammy,
Buried in his jammies,
Born in Arizona, moved to Babylonia,
Got a condo made of timber,
Doggie Stuck
Part of the Giving Children Nightmares exhibit.
And the dog is still smiling!
That is nightmarish for anyone who suffers from claustrophobia. Yikes!
I remember as a kid getting myself into an almost trapped situation..just an awful feeling. I'd much rather get hit by a bus than go out that way.
Can someone photoshop Hillary's face on it?
Resident evil... one day. Evolution.
That is among the saddest things I have seen, ever.
I agree with Qwerty.
An early variant of "He died doing what he loved":
There was an ancient Roman actor and teacher of actors whose tombstone, now in a museum, says "I died thousands of times, but never like this."
This is horrible, and I wish you had not called it to my attention.
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