The Alcide Therapy is slowly starting to work…
“Death is the final rest, but it’s an ugly rest to behold.
I’d always heard, from the time that I was a little girl in the mountains, that until a person’s spirit leaves the body, a person ain’t truly dead. I was hysterical, and determined that Conway’s spirit not get out of his body. If I could keep it there, or if I could get it back in there, Conway would come back to life, I honestly believed. When I leaned over Conway, his body was so warm, I became convinced that his spirit was still there. I told his spirit to stay inside him, and when I feared it had gone, I looked up and told it to come down and get back inside him.
“Oh God, don’t let him be dead!” I yelled. “Oh God, bring this here body back to life. Come on down Conway, and get back in your body.”
“He’s already gone to Heaven,” the chaplain told me.
I remembered the Bible stories of Jesus raising people from the dead. I remembered the scripture that said, “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever.”
“God’s gonna heal him!” I kept yelling, completely hysterical. They finally gave me a shot- a sedative- and took me out of the room. The sedative had started to work by the time I got back to Doo’s room, but I still had to turn my head to the wall, so he wouldn’t see me cry.”
|?||Loretta Lynn on Conway Twitty’s Death from her memoir “Still Woman Enough”|
“A Coal Miners Daughter” for Kentucky. Interesting. I wonder what movies will represent this state in another fifty years.
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
One of the most delightful examples of a group of mental patients performing a musical number in a TV nun’s post-electro-shock-therapy hallucination I’ve seen in fucking years.
Five gold stars for you, American Horror Story!
Jessica Lange by Antonio Lopez, 1974