Skip to comments.Dying Bride's Final Wish: Find New Girlfriend for Hubby
Posted on 05/10/2014 11:48:36 AM PDT by nickcarraway
A 23-year-old Chinese girl tied the knot with her boyfriend on April 15, 2014. However, it was no regular wedding for the bride suffers from a recurring brain tumour, which could end her life.
Feng Ying never imagined that she would find her Mr Right and get married to him in what could be the fag end of her short life. An ambulance followed this wedding party even as friends and relatives and well wishers got together to ensure that Feng and Yang Haibin had a wonderful day. Their love story moved a lot of people and hundreds gathered near the wedding venue to do their bit.
Both Feng and Yang hail from poor families. While Yang works in a post office, Feng's parents make their living by selling bean sprouts. They are already heavily in debt after financing her treatment by borrowing from friends and relatives, reported Asia One.
The hotel, banquet hall, food, wedding dress, make up and even the mercedes for transport was made available to the young couple by well wishers.
The bride underwent a transfusion session at a local hospital in Zhengzhou, capital of Central China's Henan province before she got ready for her own wedding. Her fiance carried her on his back to the wedding venue.
The wedding day went without a glitch even though her blood pressure had to be checked a few times by nurses who accompanied her everywhere on her D-Day.
However, once the couple's love story made headlines, they were offered the chance of getting Feng treated at a speciality hospital in Beijing.
When asked by the media on her wedding day what would be her final wish, the blushing bride said that she would like to find a new girlfriend for her husband in case the treatment did not work for her.
“the fag end of her short life”
British slang, probably.
A fag is a cigarette. The fag end would be the cigarette butt.
Sounds like a slang term I need to start using. Now, how can I combine it with “niggardly?”
I once saw a Farrah Fawcett movie where the frontier wife was dying and hunted up a new bride for the husband and kids. All she could find was Farrah, a whore in town. Husband was amenable and everything went forward as expected. Later Farrah was trying to teach the kids math and all she could do was instantly calculate 15% of any sum since that was her take at the whorehouse.
It wasn’t a bad movie.
Hey, I took a shot for ya......
The actually slang comes from the British term for a piece of wood.
If someone refuses to give you a puff on their cigarette till it's down to the fag end, they're being niggardly.
A lot of photos at the link
I remember listening to Jim Healy on my way home from work every day. Funny, funny stuff.
My wife, Freeper ‘rx’, was diagnosed with renal cancer four years ago. We have a now-13-year-old son. A month or so before she died, in August of 2010, she indicated she wanted me to remarry, in part to have a loving step-mother for my son. She “pre-approved” a couple of single gals from the local congregation and our common acquaintance.
I don’t know that either of the ones she mentioned were going to work, but from her perspective, the co-religionist aspect was the most important.
I did eventually remarry—to someone I met only many months after she passed away. She was not one my wife had picked.
A female friend of mine from high school that’s married to another high school chum has long said that if she ever died, she wanted him to get remarried, as he “just needs a wife.”
I think I know that photo from Lead Zepplin; The Immigrant, or a later album from The Cure with Roger Smith.
When you combine them into one word it looks like "obama".