Tuna Special
I'm pretty good at imagining forms of death for myself--homicidal, suicidal, natural--but today I read about an actual passing that had never occurred to me: being cooked to death in a commercial oven with six tons of tuna.
Can you imagine what that would be like, surrounded by all that smelly tuna flesh, packed tight, in utter darkness, and the heat rising?
Oh, let's not even go there.
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