Søren Tryggvi Kjetland Rask (23) of Oslo, Norway was found dead Wenesday in the free state Christiania in Copenhagen, Denmark. The cause of death is undisclosed, but authorities and personal connections suspect suicide. No indications directly suggest a suicide, but peers and family describe Rask, an upper-level Philosophy student at Copenhagen University, as a brooding and nervous character with a strong depressive bent.
Søren Rask was last seen by Hannelore Zahl, a psychiatrist employed by the university, who had been working with the deceased to help him overcome a debilitating aversion to foods bigger than they should be. Zahl's files disclose a possible lead to Rask's case, suggesting that he took his own life after seeing a foot-long hot-dog in the mouth of a four-year-old child.
A medical examination will be conducted in Frederiksberg Hospital on Thursday morning, though coroners remark of Rask's physique that there probably are very few organs to dissect anyway.
Funerary services, as per request, will be held at the Little Mermaid statue on Langelinie, where Søren Rask's cremated remains (also known as cremains, how catchy) will be scattered to the four winds by an aeroplane over the sea.
Alright, I hope that caught your attention. I'm not dead. I'm actually alive, very much awake, and not even slightly hung over. What I'm really writing to say is that I will take a brief leave of absence from this teeming cybermetropolis in order to host a friend visiting from abroad. In other words, I will be too preoccupied with touristy things, like the Little Mermaid and the changing of the guard and getting shitfaced and staggering down Strøget singing "Danny Boy" on St. Patrick's Day, to grace your monitors with my enlightened compositions.
Assuming my hoax introduction does not foreshadow the near future, I will return by the end of the month. In an interstellar burst, back to save the universe.


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Namaste, Wayne
Love,
Your Cybermom
Please, do NOT look at any children eating hotdogs. (The thought nearly undoes me, and it doesn't even have to be a footlong hotdog. Children shouldn't be eating any of them.)
In this instance, the exercise brought into focus how beautifully you write and how much you will be missed. Hurry home to us, but enjoy the vacation.
Anyway, have fun, take lots of pictures, and don't do anything dumb. (Yeah, I'm a mother.)
I will miss you.
Though I do have to say I'm a little offended that those who believed this at first bought the "debilitating aversion to food bigger than it should be". I once ordered a half-metre pizza, and didn't even flinch. Probably because it was delicious.
Oh well, I guess my secret's out now...but all is not lost, because very few members of my family have the internet, and those who do don't know about Gather. ;-)
I've seen all those places with Morfar, but now I'm looking forward to your interpretation.
Please make sure to have some Tuborg in the fridge for when I get there, and don't forget to raise the Danish flag. ;-)
See you soon.
-L
I certainly hope you didn't fall for it. I do not want to be remembered as the guy who was afraid of giant food. I thought it'd seem obvious, but then I remembered it was supposed to be my obituary, and sometimes it's hard to tell.
Leah,
I certainly hope you don't mind sleeping on my couch with a breathtakingly neurotic Canadian minimalist composer/marimba player who has an overwhelming fear of ghosts, and an even more overwhelming love of marijuana. 'Cause he's my other guest.
Ich richte Antennen ins Firmament, ich fange die Töne, die niemand kennt.
IN that case, you'd better put a bottle of vodka in the fridge too. We might need it!!!
I don't drink water. Only ale.
Kathleen,
Have fun? When I'm dead, you mean?
Melissa,
Well, I thought it was pretty funny. ;)
Aniko,
Haha, the Little Mermaid reference wasn't actually intentional. It's just one of those stereotypical Copenhagen things. It's a small city, there really aren't many others.
Marilee,
I'm not going anywhere, I'm just entertaining my friend. But we may go to Sweden or Germany for a day trip. It's so exotic.
Seriously, I for one am delighted that you, dear friend, will be having some fun and diversion for a while, and I wish you all the best. We'll all be here waiting for your return.
Anxiously awaiting your return......
But this is plain scary in itself:
a possible lead to Rask's case, suggesting that he took his own life after seeing a foot-long hot-dog in the mouth of a four-year-old child.
frightening images flooded my mind, thanks for that.
scattered to the four winds by an aeroplane over the sea
me too and the Pacific off of the island of Kauai, I left half of myself there in 1998. I figure the reunion will be a good time. I just have to find someone willing to skydive . . .
singing "Danny Boy" on St. Patrick's Day
Please tell me there were at least authentic bagpipers.
back to save the universe
Well, you now have a cape so start savin'.
And if you are communicating from the other side, I highly suggest you connect with Hendrix. He is here too. And since when do they have keyboards on the other side or are you mentally placing the words on the screen OR am I having delusions of granduer?
I have also forgotten how to put the err, or augh, or whatever the circle is in your name.
Hey, I only catch up on my connections every two weeks or so.
So next time, I will have to belatedly send flowers to the gravesite.
Better yet; get cremated and toss your ashes into the sea.
Then I can go down to the beach later on, drink a bottle of Jack, and toss a shot glass your way.
Cheers- Foxtale.
P.S. you are not 'brooding' you are Skandanavian; you people just ponder too much.
I did run into an authentic Irish Bagpiper at the 1977 BSA National Jamboree. When I commented on his bagpipe looking different than a Scottish bagpipe (his had no plaid covering) he gets a twinkle in his eye and leans over talking low and conspiratorially.
"I'll be tellin' ya th' difference between th' pipes, and it will be guaranteed to get you inta a bar fight in any town with a Scot or Scotch-Irish tavern!
Y' see an Irish bagpipe has the aroma of foine Irish whiskey, don't y' know.
But a Scottish bagpipe....SMELLS O' CHEAP SCOTCH!"
Rotter.
I've been worried.
Playing mostly on fanpop.com now... no money, but hella fun.