Of course the most honorable (and exciting!) way for a guy who enjoys anilhilating small animals with shotguns to meet his maker, is to feel that final blast of cold shot himself.
Exciting, at least, for an instant. Before shock, and death set in. A real Texan wouldn't want it any other way. Unlike so many pansies who linger around intensive care wards, tubes hooked up, shot fulla pain drugs, cheating god (and wasting tax-payer dollars) when He has clearly called them home.
Ok, in this case death wasn't "instant." The meeting with god has been delayed. At least for a few more days. And there've been drugs. Lots. And intensive care. And yes, probably a tube or two stuck in as well. In fact, Scott reminds us the whole thing is kind of well, funny, really!
But it wasn't supposed to be like this. Was it??? Er, no. The point was to kill a bird, not a donor.
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