Thursday, June 23, 2005


Somedays, the birds are singing beautifully, the sky is bright with optimism, all the astros are aligned and everything is just fine and dandy. Ahhh!

Today was not one of those days.
So, my mind was filled with morbid thoughts. One of which was: what would I like my obituary to say.
And so I ask you, The Undies, to let me know what your obituary would say or what you would like it to say. Heres a sample of my obit(funeral lingo):

Died January 1, 2156
After many attempts of resuscitation(150 years to be exact)
and a week of cryogenics(frozen in Kool-Aid) Underachiever has died
the day after receiving his inheritance from his long lost father Bill Gates, from complications from a paper cut to the jugular at a Dollar Store that was built inside a Walmart. Survived by a pet spider-monkey named Ulysses.
Send me yours.


At 1:48 PM, June 24, 2005, Blogger beadinggalinMS said...

Does Ulyeses get your inheritance?

After many years of stocking up on beads(99 yrs) BeadinggalinMs has bought her last bead. She filled her house with beads for safety in case of the "big one" would happen. When the quake hit she was dropping beads into a tuna can. Beads rolled out of every window and door of her house right along with her into the river. The river looked like a giant beaded necklace. The world finally got to see the famous jewerly designer for the stars.

At 8:18 PM, June 25, 2005, Anonymous Julie said...

I hate to bring the maths into the equation, but were your born in 2006, or is that just when the resuscitation period began?

I would like my tombstone to read: Here she is, finally sitting still and not talking. Regrets, she has a few, but then again, too few to mention! (The Sid Vicious version, not Old Blue Eyes, though he does ROCK!) And she did all 101 things on her list...

At 11:06 AM, June 26, 2005, Blogger Carissa said...

Poor Carissa. Died in a freak chicken-mauling accident with wet hair. She was not found for three days because the only people who come down her street are too stupid to recognize a dead body. And the smell was covered up with the lovely scent of chicken poo from the pile across the street.


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