Ever since I heard about the tragic death of Rev. Liston G. Richardson yesterday, I’ve had a certain song running through my mind.
The minister from the Clarksville area got tangled up with an angry goat on his farm. The 76-year-old reverend got entangled in the rope he was using to try to lead the goat to another pen and died. The rope was wrapped around both his neck and his feet when he was discovered.
Family members and emergency workers called to the scene had trouble getting the menacing goat away from the body. According to the story linked above, one of his sons shot the goat later in the day.
And with all that, I still keep humming Cake’s “Sheep Go To Heaven” which repeats the line “Sheep go to Heaven. Goats go to Hell.”
I know. It’s morbid. But I’m the only one who has to live with this brain. You can thank me later for keeping most of my ideas to myself.