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Title: Woman watched NASCAR with deceased man for over a year
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URL Source: http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/nasca ... an-over-021212570--nascar.html
Published: Jul 12, 2012
Author: Nick Bromberg
Post Date: 2012-07-12 13:34:20 by Fred Mertz
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Views: 3600
Comments: 6
Many of us like watching races in the company of other NASCAR fans, but Linda Chase of Jackson, Mich., might have taken that just a bit too far. For the past 10 years, she lived together with Charles Zigler. And when Zigler passed away, they continued to live and watch NASCAR together for approximately 18 months until authorities found Zigler's body on Friday. Jackson officials believe that Zigler, who would have been 67 or 68, died around Christmas of 2010. That was 18 months ago. When Zigler's family members went to check on him after not hearing from him for a while, they went to the police, who found Zigler's body in his chair. Chase kept Zigler's body around for more than NASCAR races, however. She's admitted to cashing his social security checks, saying "I'm probably going to prison." She's currently being investigated. When family members, with whom Zigler did not have a close relationship, tried to contact him, Chase would tell them that he was gone. She told the paper that "It's not that I'm heartless. It's just that after so many bad things happen to you, I don't know." "I didn't want to be alone. He was the only guy who was ever nice to me." So, next time you have friends over for a race, check on them every once in a while. Yeah, they could be just taking a nap because it's Pocono, but you never know.
Poster Comment: I don't think she should be punished or go to jail. He was a nice guy and she looked after him. She had to pay the bills or at least someone did.
Zigler, known as Charlie, died naturally, Linda Chase said. "He just fell asleep." She kept him in his chair after he died, keeping him dressed and cleaned. His body did not stink, she said. She would talk to him and watch NASCAR races on television with him.
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#1. To: Fred Mertz (#0)
Evelyn was an insomniac so when they say she died in her sleep, you have to question that. Probably she was sitting propped up in bed reading and heard the brush of wings and smelled the cold clean air and the angel appeared like a deer in the bedroom and she said, "Not yet. I have to finish this book." And the angel shook his golden locks which made a skittery sound like dry seed pods and he laughed a long silent laugh and took her pale hand in his. He'd heard that line, "Not yet," before. He was always interrupting people who were engrossed in their work or busy getting ready for a night at the opera or about to set off on a trip. Evelyn's brother died after his wife sprayed the house with a rose-scented room freshener that made Frank sneeze so hard he had a coronary, but he made it to the phone and called the office and told them he'd be late, and died. The angel took Evelyn's hand gently in his cool hand and off she went with him, leaving behind the book, her bed and the blue knit coverlet, her stucco bungalow in Lake Wobegon redolent of coffee and fresh-picked strawberries, her bedside radio, her subscription to the New Yorker paid through the end of the year. It had been a good wet summer, plenty of rain and as she drifted out her back door she noted how green the grass was. A cat announced itself from the shadows. A faint smell of burning charcoal hung in the air. A bright red ball lay by the walk. She wanted to pick it up and throw it but the angel rose and she with him and, hand in hand, they flew up into the sequined sky, the little town arranged below, all shushed and dormant, the double row of streetlights on Main Street, the red light blinking on the water tower, the dark fastness of the lake, the pinpricks of lights of houses where they all slept, the cranks, the stoics, the meek, the ragtag dreamers, the drunks, the martyred wives, and she saw a woman's pale face at a window looking for evildoers and the single pair of headlights threading the serpentine county road, and after that she did not look down. She flew up through a meringue cloud into the mind of God and the embrace of her sainted ancestors all gathered at her grandfather Crandall's farm house on a summer morn, the patient horses standing in the shade of a red oak tree, white chickens pecking for bugs under the lilacs, Grandma whistling in the milkhouse, holding a pan of cream. The windbreak of pine and red oak, the weathered sheds and barn, the hayfields of heaven.
. Yeah, I'm going to go mow now.
Lol
. So what? The demonRATS have been getting the DEAD to VOTE for them for over a hundred years!
Spoiled, stupid and ignorant, brain dead phuckwads, libTURD fools, tools, and idiots, are the real sickness; the messiah "king" obammy and his regime are only the symptoms.
Did he talk back?
Jackson, Michigan..."Birthplace of the Republican Party". LOL! Birthplace of the Republican Party - "Under the Oaks" Never swear "allegiance" to anything other than the 'right to change your mind'!
Say hi to your mom for me.
#2. To: Biff Tannen (#1)
#3. To: Fred Mertz (#2)
Say hi to your mom for me.
#4. To: Fred Mertz (#0)
Woman watched NASCAR with deceased man for over a year
#5. To: Fred Mertz (#0)
She would talk to him...
"we must as a species go into a period of shrinkage that we have not experienced since the Dark Ages and the Black Plague" -- lucysmom (A.K.A. minnigold)
#6. To: Fred Mertz (#0)
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