I was talking to my Mum the other day and the subject of death came up and we were discussing how death seems to follow us when we go on holiday.
It started years ago when Mum went on holiday with Gran and Grandad, they were in Benidorm (this was the late 50s, early 60s when it was still relatively unknown with only about 4 hotels) and had to be evacuated inland as a sea mine had broken loose of its moorings and had drifted into the beach. After the detonation, which they all heard and felt, they were allowed back into the hotels.
When I started travelling to Spain by myself I used to go by coach, this was before the advent of budget airlines and I couldn't afford package holidays, especially with the single supplement on top. I used a particular holiday company based in Wales as they were much cheaper than the local companies, but almost every trip, one of the people who was on my coach did not come back.
Since then, I have been in Blackpool when a jet fighter crashed, luckily no-one was hurt but it was fascinating, and someone was stabbed in a bar where I had been drinking only minutes earlier.
Mum has also been in Blackpool when two bodies, on two separate occasions, have been found. And Mum and Dad were in Mablethorpe when a body was found a short walk away from their hotel.
In Barcelona I saw a dead tramp, she actually looked quite peaceful. Another year in Spain there was an incident where 12 people were killed and 14 injured not too far away from where I was staying. They were on their way to a music festival to celebrate San Juan.
At home too, Mum and I were having a coffee in the shopping centre in town, and there was a young man wandering around acting a little strangely, as this was not an unusual occurrence in our city we didn't take much more notice. Shortly after we left, he threw himself off the balcony.
I was on my way to work one morning, and walked past one of the multi storeys in the city centre to see a pair of legs poking out from under a blanket with Police and Ambulance crews standing around, he had jumped from the top of the car park.
So there we have it, am I safe to be around?
Oh, if you are wondering who Susan Sto Helit is, she is Death's grand-daughter on the Discworld. She occasionally stood in for him, and the Tooth Fairy, and could dispatch monsters and ne'er-do-wells by doing 'the voice'.
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