You had to click this link to find out if it was true, didn't you! Well, see what you get?
This is it buddy, you're dead now! You died of a heart attack on the sidewalk in front of
that little cafe in Reykjavic.
Bjork was quite upset, but she got over it and went on to continue her career in singing, and occasionally acting in avant-garde movies like the ones you see on the independent film channels on cable .
As for you, your body was held in a nearby morgue and an article was published in the
Reykjavic paper looking for next-of-kin. Since no one there knew you, after a week
you were cremated and your ashes were buried in the local pauper's cemetery in an
unmarked grave along with those of local deceased vagrants.
(Hey it's a tough break, but if you don't like it you can always go back to the previous chapter and click on the other link.)
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