Sunday, December 30, 2007

Talk about pressure.

Imagine being a professional obituary writer-- and then dying on Christmas Day, leaving someone else to write your parting words.

I love reading well written, droll obituaries, like Hugh wrote. I am sick like this:

Hugh Massingberd, Laureate for the Departed, Dies

3 comments:

Kellan said...

This was sadly funny! Have a good day. Kellan

MamaGeek @ Works For Us said...

OH THE HORROR! Heelarious (for us, not him).

painted maypole said...

speaking of death... I'm assuming your appendix never burst?