Okay, so I have a morbid sense of humor, but I've always enjoyed the annual Darwin Awards. You know about these, right? They "salute the improvement of the human genome by honoring those who accidentally remove themselves from it." Which means, you know, more air to breathe/space/just general good stuff for the rest of us. And I'm especially glad that many of the Darwin Awards recipients (posthumous) never got the chance to breed.
Like this couple:
They're the ones found inexplicably naked in the road an hour after sunrise and were taken to a hospital where they died. It turns out they were having sex on a nearby high rooftop and fell off of it while otherwise engaged.
Or the naked man who jumped into the bear cage in a Serbian zoo.
Or the alcoholic who embalmed himself with a couple of liters of sherry. In an enema.
Here, by the way, are the rules for submission to the Darwin Awarrds, in case you know of anyone who qualifies:
Reproduction: Out of the gene pool: dead or sterile.
Excellence: Astounding misapplication
of judgment.
Self-Selection: Cause one's own demise.
Maturity: Capable of sound judgment.
Veracity: The event must be true.
The Darwin Awards stories, "which range from the sublimely ironic
to the pathetically stupid, display examples of trial and (fatal) error
that vividly illustrate evolution in all its selective glory."
Photo: maniacworld.com
