Heard about stuff like this on the radio last night. Truly revolting.

It never fails to amaze me that when tragedy strikes, it can bring out the best in people, but the other side of the coin is that out from under the rocks emerge the absolute lowest forms of human vermin.

Meanwhile, more funerals and wakes are scheduled for today. frown


Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."