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...
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6 comments:

  1. roxtar9:44 AM

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


    "He's dead, Jim."

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  2. EmployeeoftheMonth10:18 AM

    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.”

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  3. Will Divide8:19 PM

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

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  4. handdrummer4:17 PM

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

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  5. Anonymous4:53 PM

    My epitaph:

    BACK UP
    I'M DIGGING MY WAY OUT

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  6. QRED5:18 PM

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

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