This story’s just chock-full of goodies.
We spend a fortune to send our kids to collidge to be “educated” by wackos like this so-called professor. He dies at a party where–don’t ask why, we don’t want to know–he has himself mummified alive in plastic wrap, and dies because now he can’t breathe and they can’t unwrap him fast enough. This happens at the home of “a Hollywood executive.” We actually pay to watch movies made by these people.
Is our civilization trying on purpose not to survive?