Naked and Stiff

20/11/2008

About twenty five years ago I had lunch with a man who, earlier in the day, shot himself in the head. The small caliber bullet entered at his temple and rattled around inside his skull and turned his brain into scrambled eggs.

I opened my paper lunch sack. He layed there, naked and stiff, on a metal table.

“Do you feel any better?” I asked.

No answer.

I took a bite of my sandwich. He layed there, naked and stiff, on a metal table.

“Are you in any pain?” I asked.

No answer.

I sipped my soda. He layed there, naked and stiff, on a metal table.

“Do you miss your family and friends?” I asked.

No answer.

I ate a potato chip. He layed there, naked and stiff, on a metal table.

“While it’s just you and me, is there anything you want to say?” I asked.

No answer.

I put the remains of my lunch neatly in my brown bag. He layed there, naked and stiff, on a metal table.

“So,” I asked. “Did it help?”

No answer.

I threw out my trash and left. He layed there, naked and stiff, on a metal table.

There are 3 comments in this article:

  1. 20/11/2008BWG say:

    I would have expected a title of “Stiff and Naked”.

    Naked and Stiff sounds like the title of a 70s porn flick.

  2. 20/11/2008Jim say:

    I figured “Naked and Stiff” would give me some search engine traffic :)

  3. 24/11/2008JimFormation - Life and Death say:

    [...] other day, I published a bit about having lunch with a dead guy. It is a true story, but I think a little explanation is probably [...]

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