…TAT-tat-tat-TAT-TAT-tat-tat-TAT…
[Breaking News: from another strangely irrelevant moment in our news room…]
Editor: “Is THIS all we have for obits? Just one tiny paragraph?!? How are we supposed to fill today’s news hole?!?”
Me: “Hey, you want me to go out and kill some people? Haha!”
Editor: *long, creepy silence…*
Ned's Blog 
So he didn’t say “No”…
Um, not exactly…
Write a short column with a list of names of people who might die in the next week. Make sure you sign your editor’s name to the column.
Exhibit “A”: https://nedhickson.wordpress.com/2013/04/30/the-door-its-a-two-for-tuesday/
Thanks for reminding of that edition of the Door. I missed the picture of the butt sniffing dog the first time I was subjected to that blog.
At least “nobody died.”
LMAO
I agree! You should write an “I predict…” piece and list random names
You realize that if any of them ACTUALLY die, I may become a Messiah…
♫ Neddy Christ, Superstar, who in the heck do you think you are? ♫
If you see my likeness in your raisin bread, let me know and we’ll have a toast. With some butter maybe.
I saw your likeness in my toilet bowl last night, facial hair and everything.
They all float down here.
That’s so weird. I woke up from a dream about being in a toilet witnessing a solar eclipse.
WOW!!! I just listened to the Dark Side of the Moon!
I was thinking “Total Eclipse of thee Fart.”
Or “Foggy Bottom Break Down”
“Brown Eye of the Tiger?”
I like this lyric from “King of Pain”–
♫ There’s a little brown spot on my underwearrrrr ♫
♫ It’s the same old spot as yesterdayyyyy ♫
LOL! UNCLE HENRY!
Once again I’m glad I’m out of range of those switchblades!! In other news….I’m happy to join you in the land of FP. 🙂
For those of you just tuning in, the land of FP is 50 miles south of WTF. If you get to TGI Friday’s, you’ve gone too far.
I hope they have an open bar stool!!
At this point, I’d settle for an open beer! 😉
Me too! But I’ll take Freshly Pressed and a nice Cabernet!
CHEERS to THAT!!! And the fact that I just found the “follow” button that sends me an email notification whenever you post, instead of to my Reader — I will never be late to the party again!! As they say here in the U.S. “That’s fantastic!” Or roughly translated in Canadian, “That’s Fantastic, eh?!”
Your stool has been reserved! 🙂
Thank you!! I’m pretty happy right now! Off to the liquor store I go. 😀
You’ve earned a good snockering! 🙂
And the snockering begins NOW!! 🙂
CHEERS, Miss WP!
😀
Yikes!… let me try that again. I was on a fire from 12:30 to 3:30 a.m., so I’m a little punchy…
(Join me now as we go back in time… a whole 45 seconds ago….)
CHEERS, Miss FP!
(Yes, I’m a dork…)
One of the qualities I so admire!! 😉
Still creeped out by the fact that everyone dies in alphabetical order…so glad my last name is Willis
I went from a W to a D by signing a license and taking vows. See what marriage got me? Moved up on the list!
Maybe you’ll go in your sleep, so you won’t have to worry about ruining a perfectly good day.
At least you have a reservation.
At least you get to go out guns blazing with Bruce! Kind of like Butch Cassidy and..
…uh..
you.
And I’ll get to watch Anson Williams die! He’s such a Potsie. 3:-)
HAHAHAHA!
I mean,
AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!
Too true, Henry Winkler would still be alive
I was going to say maybe you could get Paul Williams to sing at your wake, but… probably not.
It’s truly frightening that would would have both mental and physical access to that so quickly. On a side note, I have just decided on my wake soundtrack.
Nice!
You could always add pet obits to your offerings…”The family of Jennings is saddened to announce the death of their beloved bird, Dropsy, who succumbed to a Raccoon on June 30. The family requests donations to Catastrophic Pet Adoption Center. Dropsy’s ashes will be placed with the planting of a cherry tree this Saturday at the Jennings home 6160 Henson Street at 1 pm. Dropsy was the proud parent of Dipsy and Dovey, who remain cloistered in the Jennings home.” 🙂
Beautiful! I hope it’s OK, but I passed this along to my editor. She may be giving you a call when her finch dies.
I shall be sure and include all the poignant details….
Lol. I’m sure I’m just echoing everyone else, but… Sounds a bit creepy to me!
I’m sure she was just kidding!
… right?
Sounds a little like when work is slow… A few of co workers will say…”Who wants to go toss marbles in super stores parking lot” (to create injuries) I work for doctors who fix broken bones etc…