A little while back (I have been “away” for a couple of months – see Damien) a chap walked into a (straight) massage joint in Pattaya, here in Thailand, and lay down on the table.
Half way through the treatment, as the girl was working on his arm, he gave a little “convulse” – and died.
But he WAS 81.
There was nothing dodgy. No suspicious circumstances. His time just CAME (steady – some respect please – I have avoided any references to a happy ending).
And whilst it may have done the masseuse’s reputation no good (she probably had to MOVE, to avoid the other girls’ calls of “Don’t kill THIS one” every time she began on a new customer) – one has to envy the gentleman’s LUCK.
I mean, is that not how ALL guys would like to go?