admin @ Fri, 2005-10-14 11:00
In a converted warehouse in Etobicoke, Ken Finkleman poses a question that ranks with the one about trees falling in the forest:
If a guilt-ridden priest explodes into flames in an armchair, does he leave scorch marks behind?
"Your call on spontaneous human combustion is as good as mine," Finkleman finally concedes to a special effects technician, who dutifully hauls the chair away ...

