Since I’ve set up this new hosting site I ought to christen it with something deep and thoughtful… Nah!
Instead I present this ridiculous story from the land of Vodka: Dead Pole went from morgue back to pub. I’d pay good money to have a chat with this fella’. (Then again he’s 25 and drinking Vodka… weren’t we all immortal under those conditions?)
Hat Tip to Knuckledraggin My Life Away.
If I were to wake up in a morgue, I would probably want a drink, too. Several, actually.
And who would stop you. I mean if you came back from the grave you should get to drink anything you want until you go back.