He's Dead, What?

Story 1:  Last Tuesday I visit a church and non-profit down the road from my town.  I make connections and explain that I want to attend service, however this weekend I am going to Kampala.

"Sure, hey, let me give you the phone number of the man who drives a van directly from here to Kampala," Carol, my new friend says.  "Sweet, thanks," I reply.  Thursday night, I drop by the church again to take a book back that I lent to Carol.

"Hey, how was Kampala?"

"Oh, I didn't go, I am going tomorrow, I am going to call your friend when I get home."

"Ahhh, ok.  Oooh.  Wait.  Don't call him.  He died in an accident yesterday."

"......"

15 minutes later, on my way home, I ask Huntington, the gas station attendant, if he were to go to Kampala, how would he get there?

"Oh yes, Kampala.  There is a taxi that comes every morning at 6:30 and picks up from the top of that... Oooh, wait.  That man, he died in an accident yesterday."

"....." ........ "Thanks, Huntington."

Story 2: I am in a taxi the next morning on my way to Kampala sitting in the front seat next to some dude who works for the government.  As we drive along there is a man outstretched lying on the side of the road.  As we get closer I see that he is covered in dust and sort of blue.  The man is pretty clearly dead.  Out of instinct I glance at the man next to me, he turns, acknowledges my glance, and responds, "He is dead. What?"  We drive on.

Story 3: On my way back to town, I drove by a man riding a camel on the side of the road.  It blew my mind.  Neither the man nor the camel were dead.