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Thursday, May 25, 2006

Look at the pretty body under the arch...


"Dan , come here I have to show you something..."

That was the innocent line thrown at me yesterday around 10:30 at work by my boss. I get up and follow her into an office in our building that is directly across from the big huge ass arch that is the middle of the Boston Harbor Hotel.

"Look between the arch"

Scan the ground... "HELLO!"

Yeah, lying sprawled and splatted on the sidewalk between the arch and the water was a dead body. A man jumped from the Boston Harbor Hotel and met the ground 10 floors below. When I saw him, the police were just pulling up and covering him with a sheet. So I got to see the whole mangled mess. They covered him with the sheet and by the time they took the sheet off to take photos (not the tourists, the police) the whole top part was just covered in a huge mass of blood.

Within a minute basicaly every person on our floor was over on our side looking at the dead body. My friend Shelly opened the blinds in my bosses office and started waiving, "Maybe we'll be in the background of the forensic photo!" Can you imagine the investigators scanning the photo with a magnifying glass who finds this blonde head of a gorgeous girl waiving from 10 floors up and across the street? Funny.

My favorite line of comedy came from this woman on our floor Bonnie who said (and I'm not kidding you): "He looks really flat from here"

Spit take.

"He looks really flat from here" Bonnie I could kiss you but I won't.

Within a couple more minutes they had him in a gray hearse and off he went. A fire truck came and washed "the matter" from the sidewalk and took down the police tape, within an hour of the initial landing it was business as usual.

Later I realized that about 15 feet from where he landed there is an outdoor cafe/restaurant in the restaurant. Oh no, imagine having your huevos rancheros and that lands next to you! Good morning!