I’ve never been to India. I’d love to go, see the Taj Mahal, ride an elephant (even though it’s not ethical anymore), and maybe, just maybe, while caught up in the zany, Technicolor by way of Bollywood spirit of it all, get my hands henna-ed.
I can’t believe I just wrote that I would get my hands henna-ed. I want to barf now.
But of all the things one could bring back from India, besides inky hands and sparkly moghul jewelry, the last thing I would expect as a souvenir would be a fresh…CORPSE.
AFP reported today that “British Airways has apologised after placing the body of a woman who died three hours into a (New Delhi to London) flight in a vacant first-class seat…
A passenger seated nearest to the corpse, identified by the Daily Mirror only as Paul, told the paper of how the crew had not informed him that the woman had died mid-flight.
‘The crew told me, “We put out a call to the doctor but it was too late. She’s expired.”
Know what I think? ApologiSing is not going to cut it.
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