Originally posted by MarkJerling This calls for a "Rupert" story!
When I was in the army, one of our Sergeant Majors sat down for dinner with his family one night, and promptly keeled forward landing stone dead face first in his dinner plate. Thing was, he was a truly despicable person. Crude, rude and without a single redeeming feature. Used to abuse his wife, mean to his kids. Just an all round nasty piece of work. The single most memorable thing he ever did, other than drink like a fish, was the way he shuffled off his mortal coil.
And then the Army in their infinite wisdom decided to give him a military funeral with full honours. Our platoon's job was to wash and polish the gun carriage for the coffin while the other platoons had to practice for the parade. I expressed the view that, if he wanted it clean, he could get up and do it himself, which landed me in a bit of hot water with our superiors.
Never in my life did I witness more pompous nonsense for a less deserving individual. I'm pretty sure I saw just a hint of a smile on his wife's face at the funeral. All these years I have wondered if he really did have a heart attack or if she finally poisoned him.
our equivalent was a monster who had a heart attack at his desk
our manager, a genuinely sweet man called 911...the paramedics hauled norm away
the next morning a somber-faced al gathered us together to announce the bad news...norm had survived
norm was upset because there was no extra money for his wife and we were upset because he would eventually return to his cube
about fourteen months later he perished in apparent agony in the middle of one of his larcenous scams
his funeral was attended by one of the guys on our crew and a sister from out of town