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I was napping. My first groggy thought was for my monitor--is it going to fall and break or ooze or whatever LCDs do? And then it hit me -- there's a seven foot tall bookcase next to my bed. I went rigid, and the phony voice of our local news anchor reeled through my mind: To put a human face to the recent tremor, we go to Nancy out in ----- ------, where a self-confessed bibliophile was crushed to death this afternoon by her bookcase! Cause of death? Leather-bound Complete Works of Shakespeare to the head! Teeheheh!

He always seems so gleeful about the ironical deaths/pathetic human interest stories.