Red shirt diaries

Last Tuesday evening, 11:30pm I got a phone call. From Aunt "big mouth likes to be centre of attention". She tells me Uncle "Everyone hates" is in hospital and may not have long left, in fact he's about to shuffle off any minute.. now. And she will be sure to phone everyone she knows just as soon as there's a hint of news...

The next day:
Shazza (aka ABMLTBCOA) phones again. UEH's been for a brain scan 5 whole minutes ago, and it's TEH BRAIN CANCER! OMFG! Because he's the man with the important job of keeping the Vatican's condom machine topped up he's to be RUSHED at WARP FACTOR 9.8 to a top surgeon who will be operating within the hour! Don't change the dial, for updates will come in very shortly.

Two and a half days later:
Shazza again. Er, he's not dead yet. But it is TEH BRAIN CANCER. And he'll be on chemo within the next week or two, as the top surgeon was busy playing golf... yes, that was it... I didn't make bits up to look important. Honest... cough, mumble, got to go....

While all this is going on, Ma ma has talked to other people who Shazza is likely to have phoned. Yes, they too have been phoned, and been told DEATH IS IMMINENT!
Unfortunately, some of them did a bit more thorough job of checking facts, and discovered he's been in hospital for 2 weeks because of out of control diabetes. As he's already at minus 1 kidney due to being a crap diabetic this is not much of a surprise. Otherwise he's the same PITA and isn't likely to shuffle off in the near future at all.

So, er, why is Shazza making all this crap up? WTF is going on? When will we get another phone call full of lies? Answers on a postcard plz...

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Red shirt diaries: The daily adventures of a group of red shirt wearing star trek crew members. Not filmed as they where all killed off within the first week of planet fall.