> It is with the saddest heart that I pass on the
following:
>
> Please join me in remembering a great
icon. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday
of a yeast infection and complications from
repeated pokes in the belly. He was 72.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased
casket. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay
their respects including Mrs. Butterworth,
Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty
Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies and Captain
Crunch. The graveside was piled high with
flours. As longtime friend, Aunt Jemima,
delivered the eulogy, she described Doughboy
as a man who never knew how much he was
kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with
turnovers. He was not considered a very
smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on
half-baked schemes. Despite being a little
flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man,
was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough;
two children, John Dough and Jane Dough;
plus they had one in the oven. He is also
survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The
funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.


Being and obit writer I take sick pleasure in
reading this. Yes, that's right, I write obituaries
for a living.

Eric the Redd