re: Passenger dies mid-flight after liters of ‘blood erupts from his mouth and nose’..

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left Bangkok at 11:50 p.m. Thursday and landed back in Thailand at 8:28 a.m. Friday.

There, the passengers said they had to wait two hours without any guidance from Lufthansa before they were finally booked on another flight to Germany, with a stopover in Hong Kong.

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They couldn't have landed somewhere else, instead of turning around 4 hours into the flight?

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Was my first thought. The right strain under those conditions could make Covid look like a head cold. I hope it isn't.

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Yeah, the "good" thing with Ebola is that it has a short incubation and kills its host quickly. Otherwise....

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I mention that in my book

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What book? I’m always looking for my next read…

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it almost took out my Dad

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He’s very fortunate it didn’t.

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I had a tenant die from this absolutely disgusting. His girlfriend offered to clean it all up if I gave her his security deposit, what a deal that was.

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Wow.. i have a cousin who’s tenant blew his brains out in his rental unit.. cant remember the exact details, but i think he had to hire some sort of crew to come out in hazmat suits for the cleanup, which wasnt cheap at all .

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Wow.. i have a cousin who’s tenant blew his brains out in his rental unit.. cant remember the exact details, but i think he had to hire some sort of crew to come out in hazmat suits for the cleanup, which wasnt cheap at all .

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I was our county coroner for several years and worked many GSW scenes.

Brain matter is vv sticky and mixed with blood and bone fragments… hot damn mess…

Note to self: don’t get sick in Poland.

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I had a tenant die from this absolutely disgusting. His girlfriend offered to clean it all up if I gave her his security deposit, what a deal that was.

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I had a great uncle die from likely ruptured EV. I was young then and my Pops owned the apartment he was living in at the time. I, of course saw none of it, but was told later that blood was everywhere. My great uncle was a bad alcoholic who was laid up with a broken leg and unable to work. Pops visited him the night before and all my uncle wanted was liquor, but Pops declined. The next day friends of his couldn't get him to the door. Pops was at work and couldn't leave, but went over after he got off that evening and opened the door. He said it was like a murder scene.

I've told the rest of that story here before. Because of where the apartment was located and some disputes going on with jurisdictions, Pops had a hell of a time getting someone to come collect the body. A few hours and several calls later he told someone on the phone that he was just going to tie a rope to my uncle's feet and drag him down the stairs (upstairs apartment). Police were on scene within ten minutes and had my Pops in cuffs. The body was collected and Pops didn't go to jail.

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Dadgum! That’s a helluva story!

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If I were to write the life story just of what I know about my great uncle it would have been a fitting end.

He once left north Georgia in the middle of the night to go get a gallon of milk. That trip took him about fourteen years. We never knew he had a whole other wife and family until one day, several years after his death, a strange woman knocked on my grandmother's door. She called my grandmother by name and told her she was her niece and my great uncle was her father. Grandma said, "I don't know you." and shut the door in her face.

That's just one reason I stay the hell away from 23 and Me.

Those baws were wild. That uncle was a master plumber and electrician. He said his best stretch in jail (almost always for drinking and such) was when they got him to plumb the judge's house. He was never a violent person, and was generally pleasant to be around, so they let him stay at a house on the property, and a sheriff/guard would check on him a couple times a day.

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He once left north Georgia in the middle of the night to go get a gallon of milk. That trip took him about fourteen years. We never knew he had a whole other wife and family until one day, several years after his death, a strange woman knocked on my grandmother's door. She called my grandmother by name and told her she was her niece and my great uncle was her father. Grandma said, "I don't know you." and shut the door in her face.

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holy sheepshit batman!! what in the actual hell??? I've heard of these kinds of stories- but never really from someone - like alive or whatever??

that's nuts!

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