Death.
The person has not been online in two months. I actually owe them money, as they sent me some great decks but neglected to send their PayPal info. I honestly never would have expected them to mail the decks before having payment. I have sent PMs via the forum, and emails to the listed address, trying to get the money to them, with no response.
The only, only, only time I have ever had the Death card mean a physical death was for my own grandfather, but he was in cardiac failure in a hospice, so it's not like that was a surprise. I hope I am keeping that record, but I am unlikely to find out unless they just pop on one day. *crossing fingers*
Update - March 2, 2010: My friend showed up, money was sent, and all is well. Whew.
eek!
ReplyDeleteMaybe for some reason they have just given up on the forum, decided it was time for a change.... death doesn't necessarily mean death - I hope not in this case.....
ReplyDeleteI hope you hear something soon, if you haven't since this was posted.
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on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;
was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!
And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!", imbued
with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,
and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"
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Yikes! Death meaning death rarely happens, but there is nothing more jarring than having that card show up and knowing it means business!
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