Maybe she nagged.
Maybe she expected him to clean the toilets.
Maybe she was a bad cook.
Or maybe she didn't cook at all.
On the other hand, maybe she was his life.
Maybe he couldn't go on to the other side without her.
Maybe he knew she couldn't go on without him.
Maybe he just couldn't bear to leave her alone.
Any way about it, I'm wondering what sort of relationship this woman had with her husband resulting in this sort of divine intervention. Mr. Coimbra passed away at the age of 76 as a result of a heart attack he suffered while at a dance with his wife, age 67. The next day, while on the way to the funeral, the hearse containing Mr. Coimbra in the rear and his wife in the front seat, was struck by another vehicle causing the casket to fly forward and strike his wife in the head killing her.
The poor family. I wonder what they are all thinking now.
I know what I'm thinking. Don't ever ride in the front seat of a hearse.
7 comments:
Oh my gosh, I just read this story, too! How sad for the family! On the other hand, I can't imagine living without my husband, so maybe she would've had a really hard time being without him after so long. Still, you have to feel bad for their kids (if they had any).
I saw this story and almost blogged about it too!
I let everyone in my family know, if this happens to me, (or him) just open the casket for the other one. It was meant to be.
Two for one.
(only I want to be cremated...lol)
its like.. the notebook. albeit a little more grim.
I think that's the definition of "when it's your time to go, it's your time to go."
Or Karma - depending on what type of person she was.
Em
Sounds like she was having an affair with the hearse driver....karma works in funny ways.
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Legal Diva, what can I say: karma. Don't Sharon Stone me...
The moral of the story: CREMATION!
Though maybe she woulda fallen in the fire. Don't get me started on that... I live in India and we know about that stuff...
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