Brained by a giant piece of granite

Oh man. Sometimes you are just walking down the street minding your own business, and you are whistling and listening to your transistor radio and enjoying the sun and then a giant piece of granite breaks off of a building and brains you. Then usually people start screaming and pointing at your crumpled body and they have to call a clean-up crew to mop up the gore and little bits of your skull that are lying around on the sidewalk. Then some hippie wanders by and watches the ambulance and clean-up crew, and he just stands there munching on trail mix saying things like, "far out man!" and "what a trip", and as you're lying there dying with your cerebral cortex and medulla oblongata and cerebellum leaking out onto the sidewalk, you wish you had the strength to tell him to get a job, but you just can't get it out. That happened to me this week and let me tell you, it stunk.