Publisher's note: I realize that not all may find this funny. Some may find it cruel and twisted that I was able to find humour in such an incident. If you take life AT ALL seriously, I suggest you stop reading right about...now.
Personally, it cracked me up.
I have a cousin that lives on the near side of a 60 minute drive away from me in a relatively small town. It has the basics - you know; church, elementary school, high school (although they did skip a middle and school and mash it directly in with the high school), a "downtown"...so I do believe it classifies as an actual town. Either way. Very besides the point. Continuing on...
Last week the local police of said town claimed to have gotten a report of a dead body in the dumpster behind the A&W right next to the highway leading into or right past the town depending on which turn you do or do not take. Terrible, right? A dead body. Not funny. Until the next development on the story:
It turns out that it was not the gory murder the small town was expecting - the surge of excitement and curiousity the small town was spiked with was shortlived as it was discovered that it was simply a hobo searching for cans to presumably cash in at the local bottle depot who had a heart attack while sifting for empties. I'm a horrible person. I know this. Yet everytime I think about this little story I can't help but to picture a scruffy old hobo with his hiking boot-clad feetsies sticking straight up out of the top of an A&W dumspter...:).
God can smite me now.
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