RDP Sunday: Jocularity
I’m reading the book Marrying Off Mother by Gerald Durrell- just to let you know right off the bat this isn’t a book review. Besides I’m only half way through it.
What I wanted to share was the reaction I had to one of the stories called ” Retirement ”
“Retirement” is a story about a Ship’s Captain who dies mid journey. Not only does he die mid journey he dies at a party celebrating the ” Crossing of The Line ” in a room full of passengers who have grown very fond of the Captain.
I did not laugh at that, though I did feel this sort of itch between my shoulder blades that I always get when I know I’m about to laugh at an inappropriate moment. That’s been an issue with me since I was a kid. My Nan told me it was the Devil jabbing me with his Pitch Fork to make me misbehave and she is probably right.
Anyway, it gets worse.
Wanting to respectfully care for the Captain ( who I can’t stress enough was a good person in the story and every one really respected and liked him ) he was cleaned up, dressed and left in his cabin.
For a few days. At room temperature.
As nature had begun taking it’s course right after the Captain died, it didn’t take long before a smell began to work it’s way out of his cabin so he was moved to the cargo hold where it was cold.
I’m not sure how it happened, but at some point the Captain’s knees drew up to his chest and as no one had been checking on him he froze that way. Just before they docked his situation was discovered by a crew member and they panicked.
You see, they had to get him into a coffin and in that state it was impossible.
So they broke his legs.
I’m not sure how that was done. I can only imagine how they actually straightened the frozen limbs of a corpse but maybe that was a bridge to far for the person telling the story. A Hammer makes for drama, a saw takes the entire story into another territory.
After I read that story I felt that poke between my shoulder blades.
I didn’t know if I should laugh or gasp in horror.
The jab turned into a poke…poke…poke …jab…jab.
I laughed ut loud on a morning commuter train and when a few of the passengers around me turned around and stared at me with annoyance, that jab turned into a poke and that poke turned into a push and I held my book up and said the first thing that popped into my brain.
” Porn. It’s crazy stuff, am I right? ”