So apparently this weekend is the Frozen Dead Guy Festival or something. No joke. There's a town around here that supposedly has a dead man on ice, frozen since 1933 when he died?! Each year the town has a festival where thousands of people show up for various festivities, including coffin races. Interesting.
You also might find it interesting that this positively fascinates me and I am quite tempted to go check it out. I'm weird. My lifelong dream is to tour a morgue (not sure if I'd have the courage to follow through on this...but I'm curious.)
This afternoon I got an evite to a Frozen Dead Guy Days party. Doubt we can go (because we have the kids) but you can be assured that if a magic fairy/nanny showed up at our house at 7 pm Friday night, we'd be there. (And if Kristen lived here I'd bring her along. It seems like something she'd get a kick out of!)