... died this morning. He had been in and out of hospital for the past few months, and last night his condition became worse, he was moved into intensive care, put on a ventilator, and he gave up the struggle for life around 6 am.
Serves him right, you may say, for living in such a shit country and not wiping his arse with paper after a shit.
But may I point out, dear ranters, that the death rate in our country is exactly the same as in yours - one per person, no more, no less.
He was around my age, and leaves his wife and a son, presently in middle school. The hindu family which owned the land on which our houses now stand parcelled out the property to the siblings and the two plots nearest to the road were sold. The persons who bought those two built houses and sold them, again. I bought one, and he bought the other. He is a Muslim. I am (to all outward looks) a christian.
He reportedly had a history of trouble with his liver - jaundice, specifically. I have seen him under the influence of too much alcohol a few times. He loved good food, and is now probably being fed his choicest wines and meats by a gaggle of virgins under the approving eyes of Allah. |
