LinkSwarm Forums Index > Serious Shit > Watching Someone Die LinkSwarm Forums Register | Member List | Search | FAQ | Stats < The world is fed up with elarabiya mind   Chappelle Theory thickens > New Topic  Post Reply Watching Someone Die         1462 reads nocal It's insane, this guy's taint SSHOLE Posts: 811 Registered: 8/25/2004 Offline 12/22/2005 at 19:45 I was thinking today about a story that a co-worker told me when I worked at The Men's Wearhouse. She had worked retail all her life; she was a big woman, and not in the "fat" sense really, she was probably 6'2" and 200-some pounds. She had a particular attitude that made her successful in retail. My manager was a fat balding chain-smoker, and you could tell that he hated retail. He was quiet and pissed-off. She was always cheerful and nice, and she had customers who would travel to whatever store that she was transferred to. She had worked retail her whole life, and so she had some interesting stories. Maybe the only story that I can remember, I remember for a good reason. It was the day she watched someone die. It was before she had ever worked retail at a clothing store. She worked at a sporting goods-type place, kind of like a rip-off Walmart. She liked the people that she worked with, that much I know. The guy who died was a younger guy. I don't recall that he had a family. She and her coworkers were standing around talking in the store, as tends to happen during slow periods. They were standing around a glass display case, common to most every store. The guy is leaning up against it, with his back to the case and his hands on the top. He hops up as though he's going to sit on the top of the case. Maybe you see where this is going. He fell through to the bottom, breaking the glass shelves with his legs on the way down. It would have been funny. I imagine they were all laughing at first, surprised at the sudden movement and collapse. But all that glass cut up his legs. The glass severed the arteries in the backs of his legs, and they were spurting blood. She tried to put pressure on his legs as they sprayed blood, but it wasn't easy. Worse than that, it wasn't enough. By the time the ambulance got there, no more than 5 minutes, he was dead. It got me thinking about death today. No one that I know very well has ever died in my lifetime. Parents of friends, friends of relatives, but nothing closer in relation or proximity. I've never seen someone die. Have any of you?   ghostrider liberal exit SSHOLE Posts: 2451 Registered: 7/29/2004 Offline 12/22/2005 at 19:47 Yes. ____________________ I build plastic bonfires on the beach and skip batteries into the lake ~ Cockroach Direct URL jwalker Token Discordian SSHOLE Posts: 949 Registered: 8/6/2005 Offline 12/22/2005 at 19:52 No - I think it's an urban myth. ____________________ To the dog who has money, men say "My Lord Dog". Direct URL qwerty DARTH MENSES Posts: 628 Registered: 9/8/2004 Offline 12/22/2005 at 20:35 No one really close to me has died. However I have saved 2 people from death. One was a co-worker who needed CPR after he collapsed. And the other was a guy who was litterally being bashed to death. I was driving home and heard him shout and saw a pack of guys hanging around a driveway. I pull over up the road and snuck up then hit 2 of the guys with a cricket bat I found on the lawn then the others ran off. ____________________ fnord linkswarm fnord Direct URL Phlebas SENATOR BABYHEAD Posts: 227 Registered: 7/29/2005 Offline 12/22/2005 at 20:39 yup. movies do it no justice. ____________________ "Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage." Direct URL ragoo We are not amused. SSHOLE Posts: 664 Registered: 9/4/2004 Offline 12/22/2005 at 21:06 When my dad died six years ago, my sisters and my mom and I were all around his bed in the ICU. He had suffered a heart attack following triple bypass surgery five days before. On the morning of the day he died, he had actually regained conciousness and was strong enough to sit up in a chair. My wife and I visited him that morning and we told him how good he looked considering all that had happened. He was extremely thirsty (probably from having the breathing tube in for so many days), but the nurses wouldn't let him drink a lot of water. Instead, he had to dip a small sponge in a glass and suck the water off. Since he was so tired, we decided to go after a short visit. I kissed him and told him I loved him. "Love you too," he said. About 12 hours later he was gone. But before he died I whisperd in his ear, telling him not to be afraid, and that I loved him, and that we would take care of mom and make sure she would never be alone. And then as we all stood around his bed in the dimly lit ICU room, the telltale beeps from the heart monitor slowed, and slowed and then finally stopped altogether. I watched the pink fade from my dad's face, and his skin relaxed into a very serene expression. I'm not sure how long we all stood there, but ventually we gathered our things, thanked the ICU staff and doctors and left our father in their care. Some things you're bound not to forget. ____________________ Interjections show excitement or emotion. They're generally set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point, or by a comma when the feeling's not as strong. Direct URL vasudeva Bad Taste in your Mouth SSHOLE Posts: 4469 Registered: 3/8/2002 Offline 12/22/2005 at 21:36 I was in the locker room at a gym in Hartford CT, changing into shorts, and heard a wierd banging sound, so I walked down the locker aisle and there in front of the communal sink area this old guy, maybe ~65, was lying spread out on the floor. I remember a guy coming out of the sauna area with a towel wrapped around him, sort of hunkered down, with a real intent/amazed look on his face, staring at the old guy on the ground. His posture reminded me of nothing so much as when a cat discovers an odd foreign thing and checks it out all wary of danger. The old guy started snoring. I figured he slipped, passed out, and was now happily sleeping. I went upstairs and started working out. After a while I heard he was dead the minute he hit, and some autonomous function kicked in and made him snore, though he was already out like a light. When I came back down, the desk people were mopping up all the blood that must have started coming out of his head after I left. ____________________ slippedhole> I am on to you and your evil intentions. I am the true protector of this website and am willing to do battle with you. Direct URL sahlgoode SENATOR BABYHEAD Posts: 254 Registered: 7/6/2005 Offline 12/22/2005 at 23:57 Does closing my fathers eyes count? ____________________ Closed indefinitely in accordance with the Digital Milennium Copyright Act (DMCA) of 1998 Direct URL Dumbskull I'm assuming the position! SSHOLE Posts: 1903 Registered: 4/22/2004 Offline 12/23/2005 at 00:33 During my time as an indentured servant in the US Canoe Club I often came in contact with those who were in the process of dying and/or who had already passed. I was often standing against the walls waiting….as the medical teams sweated and worked their scientific magic with drugs and technology to bring either body temperature down or blood pressure up or restore a lost heart rate…. I was the grim reaper; working for Decedent Affairs… waiting in the shadows to take over after the monitors were turned off or the body had been released by the county coroner. The only way I was able to do the job was to tell myself as well as the people who had to work with me was that the person who had inhabited the body was gone; this is simply the empty “egg shell” that is left. Most of the time flowery rhetoric worked… except when decomposition had been going on for a few days or weeks before the body was found. It is hard to ignore a ghastly smell that seems to permeate all of your other senses. ____________________ Easier to get into than a community college. Direct URL Phlebas SENATOR BABYHEAD Posts: 227 Registered: 7/29/2005 Offline 12/23/2005 at 01:58 Sometimes I see the room tinted green. This is often when the memory is spurred by external stimuli. Sometimes I see it for the pure, clinical exactness my mind is cursed to conjure. My father fought a hard battle. At the beginning of life, he looked through the walls of his home to the outside. He would tell me that daylight invaded its way into the livingroom through cracks in the walls, but I think the sun was just trying to find him. A week of chemotherapy administered to fight Leukhemia had left Dad weak... But not without his humor. He joked (I think) about wanting to mix his orange juice with a little vodka (I actually tried to make this happen). He knew that his old drinking buddy, Doug, was soon to come and I'm sure he wanted the right mindset for a good conversation. My nephew Kennon, my sister Donna, and I were on watch that night. We tried to keep vigil over not only the patriarch, but each other as well, blending humor with understanding - trying to stave the pain. Around four in the morning; Donna (whose amazing calm I thought could never be tested) ran into the waiting room. "Come now!" She said with a voice I had never heard her use. In a moment, we were told everything that could hasten our sense of doom. The last hours of my father's life seem like a dream. Old friends, even those who could not know of the gravity faced, appeared as if conjured from the ether. Songs and prayers were sung. Promises to a fading ear were given. But the end... It comes without a bang, nor with a whimper. I fight equally against the images as I do to hold them near. There was a moment when his eyes reflected a distance unfathomable. In an instant, my father's gaze seemed to turn and look far beyond the family and friends that surrounded him and unto something vast and possibly even more beautiful. On 2005-12-23 at 00:31:50, Phlebas enjoyed furrysex ____________________ "Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage." Direct URL Uart DARTH MENSES Posts: 1228 Registered: 3/5/2005 Offline 12/23/2005 at 08:32 Seen them at the moment of death? No. People I know dying? YES, many. Direct URL BeachGoat DARTH MENSES Posts: 431 Registered: 10/31/2003 Offline 12/23/2005 at 09:15 Yes, far too many. several from auto tradgedy, one from stroke, one heart attack, one chainsaw accident, one fall down stairs, one choking death, a drowning, a dropped baby, and a burn victim. Direct URL BloodyBowels SENATOR BABYHEAD Posts: 265 Registered: 3/29/2003 Offline 12/23/2005 at 20:53 During my tenure in the coast guard I was once forced to shoot a cuban man. I hit him directly in the throat. Alot of blood can come out of one person, and as I stood there staring at what I just did with his blood pouring onto the soles of my boots, I could only think "I'm going to track this shit all over the ship and instinctively, How can I hide this?." It looks fun on tv, but that sort of thing settles on your psyche for life. ____________________ The abolishment of pain in surgery is a chimera. It is absurd to go on seeking it. . . . Knife and pain are two words in surgery that must forever be associated in the consciousness of the patient.- Dr. Alfred Velpeau (1839) Direct URL Uart DARTH MENSES Posts: 1228 Registered: 3/5/2005 Offline 12/23/2005 at 21:05 BloodyBowels:I was once forced to shoot a cuban man. Forced? What did he do? Direct URL ghostrider liberal exit SSHOLE Posts: 2451 Registered: 7/29/2004 Offline 12/23/2005 at 21:07 Uart: BloodyBowels:I was once forced to shoot a cuban man. Forced? What did he do? He was Cuban, man. ____________________ I build plastic bonfires on the beach and skip batteries into the lake ~ Cockroach Direct URL BeachGoat DARTH MENSES Posts: 431 Registered: 10/31/2003 Offline 12/25/2005 at 08:05 Dang Ol' Cubans! Direct URL shitbox my balls your chin, get used to that idea SSHOLE Posts: 935 Registered: 1/9/2005 Offline 12/25/2005 at 08:45 When I was 15 my parents sent me away to this shitty group home nightmare. I went in with bachelors in Herb and came out with a PhD in LSD/Gasshuffing/alcoholism. Anyway, while there your subjected to this level system, one being the lowest restricion, and 4 being the least. The level one suckers had to do this military style workouts on saturday and sunday mornings. They were hellish, vomiting from exhaustion was not uncommon. This former pelican bay convict ran 'em, this mutherfucker was insane. One saturday or sunday I was told to go get this new kid, a kid who'd had a hard time adjusting to his new life, who had snuck away to go to the bathroom. I was stoked, anything to get a break from the satan inspired workout. I knocked on the bathroom door and there was no answer. There was six inch by one foot opening above the door so I hoisted my self up to see what this retard was doing. I jumped up just long enough to get a glimpse of some orange bailing twine, the shit that hold hey bails together, hanging from the shower. I immidiatley put my foot on the doorknob and stood up so i could see the whole room. This kid had placed a washcloth so as not to decapitate himself, around his neck and was hanging there, blue as fuck. I summoned help, he was taking away on the med evac helicopter, and we were told he was "fine". That kid was dead as fuck. I still to this day dont know if he is alive or dead but I cant get that picture out of my head. Merry Christmas! ____________________ "Kill him! Kill the fuckin' indian! What am I watching here two fuckin' fags!?" Rodney Dangerfield as Ed Wilson Direct URL Danny_Inferno SIR BABYHEAD Posts: 93 Registered: 1/9/2005 Offline 12/25/2005 at 14:15 i was staying in my parents house. saturday we celebrated mother's day because it was a day everyone could get together. i remember the next day, sitting on the couch watching some hockey with my dad. he was kind of hung over, sitting with his arms folded. that monday morning i hear some stirring. then mom burst into my room 'dad's dead!' - she saw my shock 'no!!!' and tried to calm me. 'go look'. the bedroom door was half open. i saw him on his back on the bed, no shirt on, pajama bottoms. he had sat on the bed, had a heart attack fell back. right hand on his chest, the other outstreched because of the pain. and he was just pale all over. and i remember taking a good look at him in the casket. and knew that was just a shell. ____________________ Direct URL Heather DARTH MENSES Posts: 612 Registered: 11/24/2004 Offline 12/30/2005 at 04:27 I was told I'd regret not being there when my grandfather passed. What a crock. I didn't want to remember a withered diapered wretch. I wanted to remember the barrel chested sumbitch you did not cross. It was agony, watching him labor so fucking hard to breathe. All his energy went into taking the next breath and the wait between each one was longer and longer and the relief would bubble up, "finally". And then another ragged and wet gravelly gasp and it would seem like minutes and we'd all start to say "ok, that was it.." and then he'd breathe again. I felt like a criminal if I took more than a shallow breath myself, I think we all did. Direct URL freakmachine Web Fucko Extraordinaire SSHOLE Posts: 590 Registered: 4/15/2004 Offline 1/30/2006 at 23:01 Breathing: It's definitely not overrated I've seen it too. Direct URL Senor_Smoke SENATOR BABYHEAD Posts: 312 Registered: 9/9/2004 Online 2/1/2006 at 05:39 When I was about 22 me and a friend of mine took off to Florida where his parents were vacationing.He had gotten suspended from work for three days and said his parents were down there,and we should meet up with them. "We figured this out after getting all fucked up in the flats in Cleveland" Well,we started our journey,and to make a long funny story short,we packed a bunch of frozen foods ( mac`n cheese and shit like that ). We stopped at a BP in Atlanta Georgia to get gas,and I noticed they had a microwave so we could heat up some food. While eating our food in this parking lot,we witnessed someone going into cardiac arrest.I sat there and ate mac n cheese and watched someone die. They had apparently been drinking in some kind of sports bar, and their ticker decided to quit.My friend Kevin decided we should go into this bar,and being the sick fuck that he is asks the bartender what that person was drinking,and that he wanted the exact opposite. (she was drinking a rum n coke) I have seen someone die,I wish the same thing on some of you. On 2006-01-31 at 23:40:28, Senor_Smoke enjoyed furrysex ____________________ Look Out for #1 Dont Step in #2 Direct URL sunny77 SENATOR BABYHEAD Posts: 225 Registered: 11/2/2005 Offline 2/1/2006 at 16:06 One was a co-worker who needed CPR after he collapsed. And the other was a guy who was litterally being bashed to death. this tells me everything i need to know about your waking, non-internetz life. ____________________ l hate wrecker. That is all. Direct URL < The world is fed up with elarabiya mind   Chappelle Theory thickens > New Topic  Post Reply Powered by XForum 1.6n by Trollix Software original script by xmb

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