TIA: Death by Coconut

Ever heard of the Darwin Awards? That slightly sick, but always funny compilation of stories about people who die in the most idiotic way possible? We laugh, we chuckle, we read them out loud to our friends—never mind that these were perhaps REAL PEOPLE who had families and friends and a life, mind you, before that life was taken away so idiotically. Anyway, one such death I contemplate more often than I would like to here is death by coconut. Getting killed by a coconut would kind of suck. Because not only are you dead, but you were killed by a coconut. Never mind that these are HUGE things that fall from immense heights, basically the equivalent of a (smaller) brick falling off a building and onto your head. I was walking along the beach the other day and one fell from a height of about 60 or 70 feet. It missed me by inches. INCHES. I stopped and couldn’t help thinking, what if that had killed me? My family and friends would be devastated to hear of my untimely demise (I hope…) but part of them would want to chuckle… she got killed by a coconut! It actually does happen to people every year, and I am trying to hold out to not be one of those people. But it is actually one of the most serious risks to my health/life out here. So I just want to say this: if this tragedy befalls me, you have permission to giggle. It’s okay. Because I will be up there in my better place, hopefully on some heavenly island oasis with coconut-free palm trees, giggling too. What a crazy way to go. Stupid coconuts.

Tasty treat or merciless vehicle of death? You decide.