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|In 1964 today, Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre won the Nobel Prize for Literature and turned it down. Make up a reason why.
Jean-Paul was well known as a reactionary among literary scholars. He decided to not accept the prize because of the name. You see, the Noble Gases on the Periodic Table of Elements do not react with any other elements. They are plain jane, non reacting elements. They are perfectly fine all by themselves and that upset Jean-Paul. He felt that if he accepted the award no one would take his literature seriously and it would lead to a complacency that would plague the world for generations. Thus, he left the award on the podium. His name was called and there was complete silence. Later. when interviewed about the situation, the author gave a memorable response. He brought a lone purple Helium balloon. Just as the interview he untied the balloon and sucked in the gas inside of it. With his voice raised at least two octaves, making him sound like a munchkin, he replied to the reporter, "Noble, my ass!" and stormed out of the room.
After sucking in the helium, his lung filled with the helium gas, Jean-Paul walked up thirteen flights of stairs. At the top of the last flight, just as he was opening the door, he gasped for air. Nothing rushed in, the helium permanently damaged his lungs. He collapsed and died, never realizing that the Nobel Prize was not named after the Noble gases! At his funeral, several of his friends sucked in helium and sang Amazing Grace. Others, in honor of his untimely passing, released black helium balloons. One author, brought a hydrogen-filled balloon and as the dirt was thrown into the grave, lit the balloon. As it exploded, this author, who shall go unnamed, through himself into the grave and lay prone across the coffin, exclaiming over and over, "oh the humanity"! It was quite the sight to behold.