Freeze My Head

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We've been over this before as Ted Williams head was frozen upon his death so that he could come back later on and be a productive human being again. I doubt he'll ever hit .400 again or be better than DiMaggio, but you never know.

The subject has come up again because Larry King is now saying that he wants his entire body frozen upon his death until they can come up with a cure for whatever that finally kills him.

Does it work if he gets hit by a bus?

Yet the whole idea of it kind of scares me. Isn't the idea that we get a certain amount of time to do our thing, and then we go peacefully off into eternal rest?

Larry King is about a hundred years old now. He's been married a dozen times. He's earned millions of dollars for God knows why.

And now he wants more.

I really do believe that to everything there is a season. We don't get an infinite number of days for a reason. The world is filled with people. You can't even get out of a parking lot without a long delay on a Saturday afternoon and Wegmans is already packed.

If Larry King's idea of being frozen and coming back catches on then rich, pompous assholes will never die.

And that can't be a good thing.

Live each day. Laugh a little. Eat a lot. When it's your time to go try and do it with a little dignity.

The word on the street is that Ted Williams head rests on a tuna can in a freezer somewhere. There was a report that a few of the workers damaged it when they were horsing around.

Not for me.

They freeze my head after I'm gone and the wife and kids will be using it for a basketball on lazy summer days.

Maybe that ain't a bad idea for Larry. Five wives on each team. Make-it take-it. You gotta' win by two.

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deafjeff said…
turn,turn, turn
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
08 December, 2011
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