Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Recycled - My Obit

Feeling green this week so I'm recycling this from 2009

When times comes for me to be worm food, this is what my obit should say:

It comes as not much of a shock
Here lies the remains of Walk
Born a pipeliner's son
He never owned a golden gun
Instead he turned to the pen
And wrote of mice and men
Words was his prey
Until he fell into the bay
He sank like a rock
Our good friend Walk.


Gullible said...

I remember when we all went nutso writing these!

Here lies Gully
In a snit,
Not pen nor paper
In her casket.

Cheryl aka Shaddy said...

Some day
I'll die,
But don't you cry,
Instead eat pie.

What a funny bunch we are!!


"tis Halloween. Think mine will just say - Anonymously gone.