The news of my death

Did you see this story from Brazil: “Brazilian man shows up at own funeral”?

A Brazilian bricklayer reportedly killed in a car crash shocked his mourning family by showing up alive at his funeral.

Relatives of Ademir Jorge Goncalves, 59, had identified him as the victim of a Sunday night car crash in Parana state in southern Brazil, police said.

As is customary in Brazil, the funeral was held the following day, which happened to be the holiday of Finados, when Brazilians visit cemeteries to honour the dead.

What family members didn’t know was that Mr. Goncalves had spent the night at a truck stop talking with friends over drinks of a sugarcane liquor known as cachaca, his niece Rosa Sampaio told the O Globo newspaper. He did not get word about his own funeral until it was already happening Monday morning.

The whole story is on the Globe and Mail’s website.

Reminds me of Mark Twain’s

“The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated”

At least Goncalves is in good company! ๐Ÿ™‚

Help name my Bock

I’m in the process of brewing a new batch of beer. This time it’s a Bock. Bock’s have a cool liturgical history. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say:

Bock is a strong lager which has origins in the Hanseatic town Einbeck, Germany. The name is a corruption of the medieval German brewing town of Einbeck, but also means “Bock” (male deer or goat) in German. The original Bocks were dark beers, brewed from high-colored malts. Modern Bocks can be dark, amber or pale in color. Bock was traditionally brewed for special occasions, often religious festivals such as Christmas, Easter or Lent.

Bocks have a long history of being brewed and consumed by Roman Catholic monks in Germany. During the Spring religious season of Lent, monks were required to fast. High-gravity Bock beers are higher in food energy and nutrients than lighter lagers, thus providing sustenance during this period. Similar high-gravity Lenten beers of various styles were brewed by Monks in other lands as well (see Trappist beer). It was rumored that Martin Luther drank this beer during the Diet of Worms.

What should I call it? There are a lot of ideas from the Wikipedia article.

“I’ll be Bock.”, with a nod to the Terminator, is an option.

So are names playing off of Johann Sebastian Bach.

I’m sure there are even more. What would you name it?

Statler & Waldorf – Muppets Grumpy Old Men

From Misc

Last week, I twittered a request for help finding Statler and Waldorf quotes, the snide-yet-funny remarks those guys in the balcony made during the Muppet Show.

I got so much help that I decided to post links for your reading:

And, for your viewing pleasure:

Thanks to all the contributors:

Dead mayor elected

File this under the “you can’t make this stuff up” column: a man was re-elected as mayor in a Bulgarian village even though he’s dead.

I’ve heard of dead people voting in places like Chicago, but not of being elected to office.

Reuters reports one person explained his reason for voting for the dead man:

“I know he died, but I don’t want change,” a pro-Ivascu villager told Romanian television.

I think this guy’s in for a rude awakening: change comes whether you like it or not!

Read the entire story at: Reuter’s Oddly Enough.