If I was a king, I’d be pretty peeved if I wound up buried under a parking lot, of all places.
Then again, if I was a king, I’d be pretty peeved—period—since I’m a GIRL. Well anyway, this is exactly what happened to England’s King Richard III. In case you haven’t heard the news, scientists confirmed Monday that a skeleton they found during an archeological dig last August is, indeed, the King.
Not only that, but CNN reports how DNA extracted from the bones “was matched to Michael Ibsen, a Canadian cabinetmaker and direct descendant of Richard III’s sister, Anne of York.”
Could you imagine being that guy?
One minute, you’re sawing through wood in some remote town in Canada, and the next minute, you’re freakin’ ROYALTY.
Dude, seriously … I need some of that karma. Now.
However, should my dream ever come true and I end up as “Queen Shari,” I’d much rather decompose under a shopping mall. With cute shoes.
I heard a clip about that on the radio yesterday and I was baffled. How DOES a king end up under a parking lot?
LOL! I know, right?! I was baffled, too. Thus the inspiration behind this post.
Thanks for reading, Shary!
Cute shoes…..but of course!!!
There is no death and decomposition without cute shoes!
You crack me up!!! Poor Richie Tres!
LOL! Thanks, Irene!
I know, right? Poor “old” Richie Tres!
Wow – great story!
Thanks Gwen!