I understand this story is not funny, it is, in fact, tragic on many levels. And yet, because I have the same sense of humor I had in junior high, I cannot helped being amused by the many odd, odd elements of it.
To wit: two naked, gay, Wiccans (and doesn't that sound like a bad joke your uncle would tell? Two naked gay Wiccans walk into a bar....) in a nasty little burg near here called Vallejo apparently went off their meds, killed their pet duck, busted out the windows of their own cars, set their house on fire and then one of them pulled a rifle on responding police officers and was shot dead.
Oh, also, our crack local media outlet reports "The slain man had a collection of 400 fluorescent lightbulbs in a shed in the backyard." Cause, you know, we need to know that.
Again, I understand some poor sick man was so tormented by his own demons he wound up dead. Not funny.
The pet duck and the fluorescent lightbulbs, on the other hand, almost funny. Sort of funny.
OK, I'm ashamed.
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