Well, it WAS his final wish...

[Blue_Tires]

Colombian soccer fans witnessed a bizarre scene yesterday in the match between midtable idlers Cúcuta Deportivo and Envigado: with fifteen minutes left to play, Cúcuta fans brought a coffin into the stadium.

Reports indicate that the Cúcuta barra bravas managed to bring the body of 17 year old Christopher Alexander Sanguino, who was recently murdered by hitmen while playing a soccer game at his neighborhood park, into the stadium to witness a Cúcuta match one last time. This was allegedly his final wish.

Sanguino was purportedly the leader of Cúcuta’s Barra del Indio, though that seems a bit unlikely given his age. In any case, he was definitely a diehard fan of La Furia Motilona, and his friends actually broke into the funeral parlor where his remains were resting, took his coffin, and brought it into the stadium.

Police are currently investigating to determine how they were able to breach the security access controls that were in place, but one official indicated that they probably just waited until the exit doors were opened for fans who wanted to leave early, then they barged in. Since they were a mob of nearly 300, they overwhelmed the security operatives in place at that gate.

http://unprofessionalfoul.com/2011/03/28/sasic-coffin-in-the-stands-in-colombia/

[MiddleFingerMom]

1. True story: One St Patrick's Day, I was chosen to play the priest (I know, right?)...

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... at the fake wake held at what is STILL the coolest bar I've ever been to (this
was in Pennsylvania). I drove 20 miles to what is the largest costume shop east of
the Mississippi to rent the costume. The owner, who was well into his 90's and still
"in charge", quoted me a price of somewhere around $100 (no way!!!). I could see the
old master wheeler-dealer in him as he stroked the cassock cooing, "This is REAL gold
thread." As I was leaving, one of his family staff members said they'd let me have
it for $15 ("but don't tell Grandpa"). I left, but came back and carried out the
transaction at the door. When I got back to my car, I had locked my keys inside
and was working on it with a coat hanger when a cop stopped to jimmy the door
for me (they still did that back then), He laughed as he told me I was almost the
first "priest" he had ever had to arrest for car theft.

They had a fake coffin set up on planks on the pool table and even a weeping widow
all dressed in black. I talked "J" -- this hot, funny, WILD regular -- into helping me
with the prank (nobody but the two of us knew about it). Joe (our recently arrived
English immigrant), agreed to play "the corpse" (yeah, English helping with St Patty's
Day -- I TOLD you it was a cool bar.
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Joe was lying in the coffin and I was just a little into the "service" when I announced
to the crowd that "J" (who had just walked in) was here to "fulfill his last request".
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"J" climbed daintily up onto the pool table, climbed INTO the coffin and sat down
right on Joe's face.
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The placed ERUPTED!!!!!!!
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When we finally pulled "J" forcibly from the coffin, Joe (a very quiet, shy man)
was FURIOUS and stormed out of the bar.
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He returned shortly -- all cooled off -- and proudly proclaimed that we were "the
best fookin' friends a bloke could EVER HAVE!!!!!"
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I certainly hope that bar is still there carrying on in that manner (I could TELL
some stories!!!)
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[freshwest]

2. The zombie apocalypse has started!