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Padre Pio on view now
No rest for the blessed
They’ve dug him up, poor thing. Seems there’s no rest for the blessed either.
The exhumed body of Padre Pio, a saint considered a miracle worker by his devotees, attracted thousands of pilgrims on Thursday when it went on display 40 years after his death.
It as to be said: he still looks very fresh… which could be explained by the consumption of a lot of McDonalds. But safe to say that the stigmata is cured.
Take Me Along II
Turn your dead pet into a fashionable sweater
It’s been almost 2 years since the market has seen an idea as brilliant as “Pet Pillows” - a way that you never have to really say good-bye to the departed family pet.
But now your dead dog can be more than just a fluffy couch accessary. Turn him into a Doggy Jumper! Don’t wait to curl up on the sofa: now you and your pet can go everywhere together.
(Not Suitable for tropical climates. Read small print about risk around horny dogs).
Any more ideas? Bed spread? Winter Hat?
I cannot live without you
André & Dorine Gorz
Before André Gorz, the French philosopher committed suicide with his British-born wife Dorine, who was suffering from cancer, he wrote her a love letter that became a best seller.
This moving testimony to a lifelong love is reprinted by The Sunday Times.
You’ve just turned 82. You are still beautiful, graceful and desirable. We’ve lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever. Lately I’ve fallen in love with you all over again and I once more carry inside me a gnawing emptiness that can only be filled by your body snuggled up against mine.
At night I sometimes see the figure of a man, on an empty road in a deserted landscape, walking behind a hearse. I am that man. It’s you the hearse is carrying away. I don’t want to be there for your cremation; I don’t want to be given an urn with your ashes in it. I hear the voice of Kathleen Ferrier singing, ‘Die Welt ist leer, Ich will nicht leben mehr’ and I wake up. I check your breathing, my hand brushes over you.
Each of us would like not to survive the other’s death. We’ve often said to ourselves that if, by some miracle, we were to have a second life, we’d like to spend it together.
