What is it exactly about a monk slipping under a lawnmower that was in disrepair that keeps making me laugh? Is it the fact that that monk was the one responsible for the machine’s maintenance? Did he not repair it because he thought God would protect him if he slipped under it? Is it the fact that he’d already mangled his fingers in a lawnmower years earlier? Or is it the fact that it happened at the grounds of a peace temple? There was nothing peaceful about that day, especially not for the ones who found him…er, what was left of him. I know it’s tragic, but there’s something about the description of the accident that keeps making me think of that song “I’m looking over, my dead dog Rover, who I hit with a power mower.” Um yeah. I’m sick. People can feel free to hate me now.