Posted on 06/11/2009 2:08:23 PM PDT by null and void
[Italian woman] Johanna Ganthaler, a pensioner from Bolzano-Bozen province, had been on holiday in Brazil with her husband Kurt and missed Air France Flight 447 after turning up late at Rio de Janeiro airport on May 31.
Ms Ganthaler died when their car veered across a road in Kufstein, Austria, and swerved into an oncoming truck. Her husband was seriously injured.
(Excerpt) Read more at timesonline.co.uk ...
That’s what I thought. Prayers to the family.
Guess Death is still making his rounds...
Final Destination indeed.
We never know, do we, what’s just around the corner...
ping
oops, I meant to ping you.
...it’s your time when it’s your time.
One way or another, Death always wins.
In the words of Eddie Lupo, “At’sa too bad”.
The Grim Reaper isn’t to be trifled with.
when your number’s up...it’s up.
RIMMER lets the paper fall and sinks tiredly to the deck; nothing left to run to, and soon nothing even to run from. Exhausted, the air in the corridor growing hot and thin, RIMMER watches the flames lick at and burn away his last chance of salvation, when a foot, wearing a brown, open-toed sandal, crushes out the flames
[Enter DEATH]
[RIMMER follows his eyes as they track slowly up the tall figure, whose body is completely obscured by flowing robes that seem to be teased by a whistling wind and somehow distanced from the heat and flames around them. The figure carries a long pole, to which is attached a long, curved blade]
DEATH Arnold Judas Rimmer. Your life is over. Come with me.
[Extending a hand, DEATH helps RIMMER to his feet as his deep, booming voice drones on]
DEATH We will travel to the River Styx, where you will place a coin in the
RIMMER Not today, matey!
[Abruptly, RIMMER knees DEATH solidly in the groin. The ethereal one drops his scythe and falls to his knees like the proverbial sack of potatoes]
RIMMER Remember: “only the good die young”.
[A spring in his step, RIMMER turns on his heel and dashes away]
[Exit RIMMER]
DEATH That’s never happened before...
[DEATH collapses onto the deck]
Wouldn’t that be Final Destination 4? Or 3?
Proves the Olde Adage!:
“When Your Time is Up, It’s Up!”
This is one truly creepy Story!
Final Destination 447?
Was she driving a Karma Gia?...
Or the salmon mousse....
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