NZ bloke killed by falling sign.

#1
Freak accident kills Kiwi in London - Yahoo! New Zealand

A New Zealand man has been killed by a falling betting shop sign in London.
The unnamed Kiwi man, thought to be in his 20s, was hit on the head by a metal sign which fell from a William Hill betting shop on Camden Road, Camden Town on Monday around 5pm.
The 9m-long sign fell from the shop front onto the pavement striking the pedestrian.
He suffered a cardiac arrest and was treated at the scene before being taken to University College Hospital where he died a short time later, a Scotland Yard spokesman said.




Wonder what the odds of that happening are ?.
 
#5
How did he have a heart attack from being hit by a sign?
I'll smash you across the grid with a fucking Tesco sign and see how your ticker gets on, shall I!?

I was expecting something closer to 'suffering from a squashed swede...'

Its not as if he could have popped his clogs from brain damage though, he was a Kiwi after all ;-)
 
#11
Maybe we're returning to the good old days when people were killed by things falling on them like anvils or pianos. Those were the days. My great grandfather was killed by dropping into a manhole while trying to avoid a falling bedframe.
 
#12
Maybe we're returning to the good old days when people were killed by things falling on them like anvils or pianos. Those were the days. My great grandfather was killed by dropping into a manhole while trying to avoid a falling bedframe.
Good point. Can we also look forward to fire engines going round corners, trailing a human chain of firemen behind them?

Or will they all be on strike?
 
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#13
Maybe we're returning to the good old days when people were killed by things falling on them like anvils or pianos. Those were the days. My great grandfather was killed by dropping into a manhole while trying to avoid a falling bedframe.
Or getting squashed by trams.

My Grand-dad smoked 60 Players King-sized a day and lived through two World Wars, getting torpedoed nine times - Jonah, his mates called him - and died aged 83 when he stepped off the kerb and got squashed by a tram.

Halcyon days, they were.
 
#15
Or getting squashed by trams.

My Grand-dad smoked 60 Players King-sized a day and lived through two World Wars, getting torpedoed nine times - Jonah, his mates called him - and died aged 83 when he stepped off the kerb and got squashed by a tram.

Halcyon days, they were.
Indeed. The deaths were also accompanied by someone playing the piano quickly in a black and white stylee.

There was a rumour that my great uncle Thomas was killed by a tram. Turns out it was an Omnibus. Oh the shame.
 

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