November 8, 2011

The Lives of Others

With courage that so many lack, to follow his dreams, a friend moved this entire family to a distant, humdrum, isolated region in Canada. He is now the proud deputy Fire Chief of a community of 5,000 people and we couldn’t be happier for him. It’s his dream. His wife might feel differently but it will look great on his resume. Last night my husband spoke to him for the first time since the move.

“He got his first call, yesterday,” my husband says walking into the other room.

“Really? What was it? Cat in a tree?” I follow.

“He had to remove a dead body from a home," he says pouring a cup of coffee.

“Oh. Isn't that a coroner's job?"

“It was 700lbs.”

“700lbs! NO WAY.”

“Seriously.” He walks out of the kitchen with his mug.

“You can’t get to be 700lbs. That’s not possible.” I follow.

“Apparently it is.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“That’s what he said. The guy was 47-years-old and they needed a forklift to remove him.” He sits down  and boots up the computer. 

700lbs? I'm sceptical. How would they know that? Did they weigh him? While I’m trying to wrap my head around the size someone has to be to be 700lbs, I realise I’ve forgotten to ask the most important question.

“How did he die?” 

My husband suddenly looks up.

Murder, whispers Stobby.


  1. There are truly fascinating, horrible things in real life. I find it's often much more interesting than anything I could have come up with in my imagination. What a sad life that victim must have had...

  2. does make you wonder.