Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Death, The Final Frontier

I barely stepped out of the elevator at work when I was informed our cleaner had passed away. He was discovered this morning, at work, in a room only the cleaners had access to. He apparently had a heart attack last evening.

That whole spiel of "live each day as if it were your last, because someday it will be", it means what it says. We do not choose how we will die, but you can choose how you will live.

Alright, less depressing shit in tonight's posting :)


  1. Is Cleaner a code word for some kind of special undercover dark-ops police job? :)

    Sorry, trying to lighten the mood.

    I am waiting on the conclusion to the Grindhouse review with baited breath. You have really been a tease on these.

  2. heh... he barely cleaned, but then its the lowest paying job in the dept ;)

    i'm a tease? lol



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