Johnson began tweeting about the two-vehicle collision shortly after it happened at 1:41 p.m. As the afternoon wore on, she tweeted that she was growing concerned her husband might be involved because he was late arriving home.KATU.com News Video at this link
Her final Tweet read simply: "it's him. he died."
Thursday, December 5, 2013
"Vancouver woman unknowingly live-tweets husband's fatal crash"
"Salmon Creek's Caran Johnson, well known in local social-media circles for her tweets on Clark County traffic under the handle @ScanCouver, wrote that she unknowingly live-tweeted her husband's death Wednesday afternoon."
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Reminds me of this (absolutely true) story:
Ole passed away, so Lena went to the local paper to put a notice in the obituaries. When asked by the man at the counter what she would like to say about Ole, Lena replied,
"You yust put 'Ole died.'"
Somewhat perplexed, he asked, "That's it? Just 'Ole died.'?
"Ya. Put 'Ole died.'"
"Surely, there must be something more you'd like to say about Ole. If it's money you're concerned about, you should know that the first five words are free."
So Lena pondered for a few minutes and said,
"O.K. You put, 'Ole died. Boat for sale.'"
It's wrong, but I did laugh.
As for the social media story - that's just sad. Sometimes one can be too connected it seems. Sad day for her.
So, Hubby won the Salesman of the Year award, as he did every year, and the prize was a trip to Las Vegas.
Usually the wife and the two boys went along for the trip. But, this year the wife was staying home and baking cookies in anticipation of the boys' return.
The young couple was so in love. One of their traditions was that every year on Wifey's birthday, Hubby sent her a singing telegram with a different character in costume singing "Happy Birthday!"
So, Hubby heads off to Las Vegas and the plane crashes and he and both the kids are killed on impact. Horrible tragedy.
The local priest goes over to Wifey's door to deliver the news.
"It's my duty to deliver a message to you," the priest tells Wifey.
"Oh, such a clever disguise!," Wifey proclaimed. "You've got to sing it to me."
"That hardly seems appropriate," the priest replied.
"Now, I insist," Wifey replied. "You must sing the news to me."
"Well, OK," the priest says as he clears his throat. "Let's see. Dum-dum-de-dum-dum-dum! Harry and the Boys are Dead! Toot! Toot!"
That's horrible, and the comments on KATU's site are even worse.
"Well, that's not THAT sad."
As long as the universe is still expanding, there is no such thing as an old joke.
The comments about how it's not that sad ... ugh. It's not enough to think, damn that's just awful, that poor woman. For some people everything is just a jumping off place to promote their superior enlightened perspective. Like, I feel so betrayed, it's not the end of the world, it could have been worse, it could have been a mass shooting but it was just that weird trafficscan lady's husband.
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