When 17-year-old Cristopher Alexander Jácome Sanguino was shot and killed in a drive-by outside his home in Colombia, I don't think he imagined that he'd be at a soccer game the next day. That's exactly where he was, though. Thanks to his mother and 300 screaming fans.
Here's how it all went down: There were about 15 minutes left in the game. The police were spacing out. And in rushed between 200 to 300 fans, coffin in tow. See, Cristopher was a hard-core fan of Cúcuta Deportivo, one of the teams playing. And it seems like it was his dying wish to be there for this match -- except he didn't know he was going to die. So, is this really sweet or really creepy?
I'm going to go with creepy. I mean, Cristopher died the day before. Abruptly. I can't imagine having the strength to concoct such a plan at such a time, much less the will to carry it out. Not to mention the fact that I would be really nervous having my loved one's deceased body parading around such a rowdy place -- and that's body, not urn.
There's a part of me -- part of me -- that understands this, though. When someone we love dies, we want to honor them, do as they'd do (which, in this case, not so sure about -- I mean, would you want this?). But sometimes, and I'm thinking this was the case here, we're just flat-out not thinking straight.
Perhaps it would have been less ... strange if Cristopher's family had some sort of ceremony at their house with the game on? Or, and I hate to be crass here, if they brought him to the game if he was cremated. To bum-rush a stadium with thousands of drunk, fired-up fans? Doesn't seem like the safest place for a dead body.
Either way, it's incredibly sad that Cristopher was killed at such a young age and in such a violent way. If it brought his mother some solace, more power to her. I may be a bit straight-laced, but bringing deceased bodies to soccer games just isn't for me.
What do you think of Cristopher's body being brought to the soccer game?
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