Expat Couple In Itaewon Die from Fall Caused By A Kiss
I would have to think that alcohol probably had something to do with this tragic accident:
A couple fell to their death while kissing on a rooftop in Itaewon on Sunday.
According to the Yongsan police, at around 2 a.m., a 31-year-old man from the United States and a 26-year-old woman from South Africa accidentally fell from a three-story building while kissing precariously close to the banister.
Witnesses have reported that the woman fell first and the man, while attempting to catch her, fell after her.
The two were taken to the hospital but did not survive due to head injuries. [Korea Herald]
…and the moral of the story…
…which transcends class, race, time, and space…
…is…
…just let her go, bro.
Chickenhead,
But, maybe they were head over heels in love with each other.
Wow… They had really fallen for each other.
He was really down with her.
Seriously people? You are all so insensitive it’s disgusting and embarrassing. These two young people have families that love them and will miss them more than you could ever comprehend! Have some decency!
Kim, you have mistaken casual semi-anonymous internet yapping with human contact and real life. The best tactic is to ignore it and hope it goes away… which it will, quite quickly.
Complaining simply brings attention… and insures people put more thought into (allegedly) clever replies.
As I recall, when foreigners have died in fires or auto accidents, there have been no jokes. When they sleep on train tracks, get hit by cars while naked, or drunkenly fall off roofs in pairs, the jokes come out.
This is heightened due to the indignant lectures and frantic secrecy that generally surround unusual deaths… as the victims are uncomfortably responsible for their own demise in most (all?) cases.
This is undoubtedly a tragic case to those involved… but their memory is best left as they lived rather than as complaints that highlight how they died.
I see this as a direct warning to avoid expats in Itaewon…
Bagpiper at a Funeral
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a
funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless
man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a
pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar
with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man,
I didn’t stop for directions.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidentlygone and
the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only thediggers and crew left
and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to theside of
the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already inplace. I didn’t
know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.I played out
my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.I played like I’ve
never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept,I
wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipesand
started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
“I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in
septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost… It’s a man thing.
Andy, that’s very moving…
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