from a friend:
so this guy i was hanging out with last night told me this story about his wife, who went to catholic high school where she had some sort of a gig working at the nunnery. one time, she decided to drop acid
before her shift, and was sweeping up when one of the nuns approached saying they needed help with something. the mother superior nun had died, as it turned out, and they wanted her to help wash the corpse. that sounds brutal already, but she went along with it until they had to roll over the body, at which point the dead nun sat up a little and gas escaped from her mouth as a dusty sort of scream/belch. the guy’s acid-addled wife-to-be ran away and locked herself in a broom closet until the next morning, and rightfully so.
