When I was younger, I was pretty into the movie Weekend at Bernie’s. I’m not particularly into dead people or anything, but something about Bernie all propped up in sunglasses, having the time of his life, appealed to me.
So I was overjoyed when I heard about the two men who wheeled their dead friend into a check-cashing place, all dressed up with nowhere to go, except, oh that’s right—around the corner to help his friends get his last $350 dollars in order to live it up a bit before his funeral. There are a few fantastic elements to this story. The first being, these guys actually tried to cash their dead friend’s social security check without bringing him in with them, but the clerk told them that the payee had to be present. So, in true celebration of those “G is for Gangsta” tshirts you can get at Urban Outfitters, they went back home, dressed up their naked friend (he died nude), put him in an office chair, and brought him back to the store. You read that right. They put him in an office chair. Nope, not a wheelchair. Who knows where they got the office chair. Maybe they borrowed it from a neighbhor or something. At any rate, these two fools pushed a dead man past hundreds of people in midtown New York City, rolled up in the check cashing place, but unfortunately, were arrested before they could make off with their riches.
The second fantastic element is that the two friends acted really shocked when the cop who confronted them announced that their friend was dead. They said something along the lines of “oh my God! He’s gone?”. Right. At that point, it’s too late. You clearly were up to something when you tried to cash your friend’s check. You obviously were up to something when you told the clerk you’d bring him in, then wheel a lifeless body down a crowded sidewalk in an office chair. They should have taken some time to sober up and rethink their plan before proceeding.
The third fantastic element, and actually, my favorite part, is that, this actually is pretty funny, assuming the dead guy enjoyed practical jokes. Aside from it being wrong and disgusting, think about it: who else gets to die and then play that kind of practical joke? And you know, lets not judge. Maybe the dead guy would have been all for it, and maybe he’s in heaven right now, upset that his friends couldn’t cash that check, buy some gin and juice, and go to his funeral with smiles on their faces.
So I was overjoyed when I heard about the two men who wheeled their dead friend into a check-cashing place, all dressed up with nowhere to go, except, oh that’s right—around the corner to help his friends get his last $350 dollars in order to live it up a bit before his funeral. There are a few fantastic elements to this story. The first being, these guys actually tried to cash their dead friend’s social security check without bringing him in with them, but the clerk told them that the payee had to be present. So, in true celebration of those “G is for Gangsta” tshirts you can get at Urban Outfitters, they went back home, dressed up their naked friend (he died nude), put him in an office chair, and brought him back to the store. You read that right. They put him in an office chair. Nope, not a wheelchair. Who knows where they got the office chair. Maybe they borrowed it from a neighbhor or something. At any rate, these two fools pushed a dead man past hundreds of people in midtown New York City, rolled up in the check cashing place, but unfortunately, were arrested before they could make off with their riches.
The second fantastic element is that the two friends acted really shocked when the cop who confronted them announced that their friend was dead. They said something along the lines of “oh my God! He’s gone?”. Right. At that point, it’s too late. You clearly were up to something when you tried to cash your friend’s check. You obviously were up to something when you told the clerk you’d bring him in, then wheel a lifeless body down a crowded sidewalk in an office chair. They should have taken some time to sober up and rethink their plan before proceeding.
The third fantastic element, and actually, my favorite part, is that, this actually is pretty funny, assuming the dead guy enjoyed practical jokes. Aside from it being wrong and disgusting, think about it: who else gets to die and then play that kind of practical joke? And you know, lets not judge. Maybe the dead guy would have been all for it, and maybe he’s in heaven right now, upset that his friends couldn’t cash that check, buy some gin and juice, and go to his funeral with smiles on their faces.
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