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...
6 comments:
I'm far from a Trekkie, but I've always been partial to:
"He's dead, Jim."
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.”
"A man, a plan, a canal, ervrqzfh."
In an appropriate Looney Tunes voice: "Which way did he go, boy, which way did he go?
My epitaph:
BACK UP
I'M DIGGING MY WAY OUT
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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