No, it’s not a gas aid.
It’s rare, really really rare– only 200 recorded cases in the last 300 years– but it happens.
How about that?
That’s a very short blog entry, so I’ll expand– but hey, not to an explosive extent!
Seriously, it can happen and for some reason, this frustrating day got me thinking about it. Nothing major but you kinda get in that fed up mood with little things, stupid things that make you angry, blah blah blah.
I tend to blah blah blah during a sentence when no one including me will benefit from it ending in any meaningful way. Not that I throw a lot of meaningful blah blah blah.
So you get miffed and you feel like your head is going to explode.
Then you happen to think about SHC and wonder just how rare it is.
What tends to cause it?
Some guy wrote a book about it called “Ablaze!”, which I can’t decide if that’s an horrific or hilariously funny title. Here are a couple stats on SHC:
“[…]the recorded cases have these things in common:
- the victims are chronic alcoholics;
- they are usually elderly females;
- the body has not burned spontaneously, but some lighted substance has come into contact with it;
- the hands and feet usually fall off;
- the fire has caused very little damage to combustible things in contact with the body;
- the combustion of the body has left a residue of greasy and fetid ashes, very offensive in odour.”
Oooof. Well, that’s all horrible.
So if you’re an old, drunken woman with dangly hands and loose feet, maybe shape up, dry out?
On the bright side, the immediate area around you generally doesn’t seem to ignite, so hey, less property damage.
Unless you still have the presence of mind to fling your burning carcass onto the new couch or just stand there and ruin the ornate Turkish rug you *just* bought.
All in all, brutal, but it does tend to put your worries in perspective.
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