Sunday, August 15, 2010

1000 Ways to Die

Or how I get ideas. Or how twisted I am. However you want to look at it.
I've been mulling this blog post over for about two weeks. Ever since I saw the show 1,000 Ways to Die on Spike TV.
The ways of dying range from very tragic to almost funny. Some I have trouble believing.
As I am watching the show, I'm thinking that some of these ways could also be murder and be staged to look like accidents.
This never brings the warm and fuzzy feelings to my husband. He's safe. Really, he is.
One person died because they yanked a fish out of the water and it flew into her mouth. It jammed in there and the scaled kept catching so she couldn't pull it out. She choked to death.
Now imagine a wife is so sick of her husband and he's just brought home a fresh fish. You can fill in the rest.
This is how we writers think.  We take everyday situations and twist them for our own use.
I don't know about other writers, but I find I often have to bite my tongue in conversation, especially with people who don't know me.
So have you read about an odd way that someone died?


Eileen Schuh: said...

Oh, dear. Hmmm... I used to enjoy fishing...with my husband. I found it relaxing.

Murder, you say? Was it the husband in the boat with a fish?

Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredith said...



Maryannwrites said...

I can't think of any odd ways of dying, but reading your post made me think of the time I had just attended a mystery writers conference and sat in on an autopsy workshop. The speaker outlined the specific terms for certain injuries and I was telling my husband later at dinner about sucking chest wounds. He quickly lost his appetite.

Cheryl Tardif said...

Bite your tongue? That's another killer idea.

Or choking on a tongue. Puts a whole new meaning to French kissing...

Eileen Schuh: said...

Was it the husband in the bedroom with his tongue?

Cheryl, that's so yucky...