When my grandmother died, her old windup bedside clock stopped at EXACTLY the time of death noted by the hospital. That’s kinda weird…
Also unfortunately, the day of her funeral I heard on the news that a close friend of mine had been killed on his bicycle by a reckless driver.
Zette
“If I had to live your life, I’d be begging to have someone pop out both my eyes. Just in case I came across a mirror.” - android209 (in the Pit)
Zettecity
Voted “Most Empathetic”- can you believe that?
[quote]
My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopp’d
short,
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Chorus
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopp’d
short,
Never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride.
But it stopp’d
short,
Never to go again,
When the old man died…
My grandfather said, that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found:
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side;
But it stopp’d
short,
Never to go again,
When the old man died…
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we know that his spirit was pluming its flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopp’d
short,
Never to go again,
When the old man died…
[quote]
“No,” he replied, and smiled seraphically, as was his wont.
A friend of mine from college was working a dreary office job while waiting to land a lucrative producer job. One day, he didn’t want to come in, and called to say that his grandmother had died. You guessed it, she died that day, and he swore up and down that he was going to hell. The rest of us told him that it was his first producer story.
*“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop to look around once in a while you could miss it.” - Ferris Bueller
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