Originally posted by: NeuroSynapsis
Originally posted by: BrokenVisage
Doesn't surprise me that most of you guys find it funny yet show no remorse about the deceased, that ironic stigma of "ATOT Against Fatties" rears is ugly head once again. Yes, I thought the headline was damn funny and a great play-on-words, but unlike most of you who are probably just interjecting all the taunting and being picked on you endured while growing up, I sincerely feel bad for these people and those who now have to handle the funeral arrangements for them.
their immediate family is going to have to weigh in on all their options

isgust;
that's really how i feel, "smileyfaceisgusted" good joke tho
100% true story:
friend #1 was sent to check up on the creepy old uncle. he brings friend #2. the house really does look like it fell straight out of a horror movie: huge, dilapidated, alone on a hill, ominous sky, the works. i lived across the street, but didn't meet these guys 'til a couple years later. the doors and windows are locked, and they can't see in the windows due to the filth and garbage piled high. they spot a window on the second floor that's cracked open. friend #2 (the skinny one) shimmies up the tree and in through the window. turns out, the window was in the creepy uncle's master bedroom. creepy uncle was laying dead in bed for maybe 2 weeks, in the middle of a hot summer, and the second floor was ripe as hell. when the coroners took him away, the body cracked open, dumping the liquified remains. my friends were there for that, and they say on a scale of 1-10, the disgust reached 15, maybe 20. the biohazard circus wasn't done, though. as the coroners took out the huge and now broken body, they kept knocking down, tripping on and falling over a century's worth of newspapers and porn piled from the first floor to the attic. i'm told the best was when a 7 or 8 foot stack toppled over onto the uncle, and everybody let out a giant "WTF?".
friend #1 and his dad moved into the house. lotsa good times partying in the house of horrors. i immediately became desensitized to pornography. ancient nudist magazines, fetish, you name it, creepy uncle subscribed to it. we found an 8mm projector and a box of films in the attic. among my gang of degenerates, the favorite was decided to be "Dog Bite" featuring a voluptuous redhead and a very big dog. the basement still contained a very large collection of multicolored jars, some translucent, some opaque. nobody dared open a single one.