Friday, January 19, 2007

In Loving Memory

Since I've been soaking in all this death lately, I've been giving thought to preparations for my own demise. In particular, I've been pondering a good epitaph for my gravestone. For many years, I'd wanted "Little. Yellow. Different. Better." but it occurs that that might not age too well.

I think I've settled on a better one:

Here Lies
Neddie Jingo
1960 - 20XX

What the hell was all that about?

Off to revise my will...


roxtar said...

I'm far from a Trekkie, but I've always been partial to:

"He's dead, Jim."

EmployeeoftheMonth said...

Me? I'm renting advertising space.

"Carnation milk is the best in the land;
Here I sit with a can in my hand -
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.”

Will Divide said...

"A man, a plan, a canal, ervrqzfh."

handdrummer said...

In an appropriate Looney Tunes voice: "Which way did he go, boy, which way did he go?

Tom said...

My epitaph:


QRED said...

Another fun post, Neddie. Sorry about the sad inspiration -

W.D., you killed me. How, exactly, did I not see 'ervrqzfh' coming?

My options:

He liked pie.
Okay, who stepped on a crack?
They were rubber, he was glue.
Can you hear me now?
Here I lie, brokenhearted...