A friend lost his father and he was in the room. There was a loud prolonged fart. He said it seemed appropriate because his dad...well his dad like his finger pulled often. He recounted the story as a bittersweet memory.
I'm not making light of death. I just wondered if the man sitting on the plane was clean or soiled.
The human body seems so superior until the moment it gives way.
My sympathy to the widow and family.
How inappropriate.
I understand! I came across a fresh corpse in the parking lot of my University. Some poor old prof had just snuffed it, his car keys were in his hands. What sticks in my mind was that he started pissing his pants right away, and farting. I ran to get help, but it was too late for the poor bastard.
Oh great! Now there's another thing for me to worry about before I die! I'll go my entire life without farting (I'm female) and probably let it all out at the very end. My husband will be so shocked!