Rudy Perz, at 89
I’ve been trying to think of a clever remark, and none comes to mind. I’m sure the SDMB will soon fix that.
But I can’t help thinking it’s a good thing they didn’t announce this two days ago – no one would have taken it seriously.
I’m sure the SDMB will rise to the challenge.
Mr. Burns: Stop everything! I don’t remember writing a check for bowling.
Smithers: Hmm. The memo says, “To my pal, Pop ‘n’ Fresh.”
Mr. Burns: Oh, yes. That greedy, grasping glob of chemicals.
Smithers: Probably one of your ether-induced hallucinations, sir. I’ll check the employee files to see who could pull off such an impersonation. …It was either Pops Freshenmeyer, or Homer Simpson.
Computer: “Perfect match: Probability of error 1 in 44 Billion”
After living a long life of irreproachable virtue (except for telltale depressions on the Doughboy in places other than his belly)
Funeral to be at 4:25 for 12 minutes.
Fat, dumb and stupid is the way to go through my intestines.
I hope he gets the best embalmer possible – so he remains forever popping fresh.
(Ah Hell – you know someone was going to say it)
#2 The big question is Heaven or Hell and which is best for that golden brown crust everyone likes.
#3 Did anyone think to split him open and slather in the butter while he was still warm?
Many versions of this out on the Tubes:
Please join me in remembering a great icon. Veteran Pillsbury spokesperson, The Pillsbury Doughboy, died yesterday of a severe yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out, including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Captain Crunch and many others.
The graveside was piled high with flours as long-time friend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing 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 many 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, even as a crusty old man, he was still considered a roll model for millions.
Toward the end it was thought he’d raise once again, but he was no tart.
Doughboy is survived by his second wife, Play Dough. They have two children and one in the oven. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
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On the anniversary of his death each year, a mysterious woman in black would arrive at the cemetery and deposit on his grave a single white flour.
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine.
Then the inventor of the Pet Rock.
Now THIS?
If America keeps loosing our best and brightest at this rate we will end up like Ebonia before we know it.
Totally unexpected ------ his “sell by” date wasn’t until the 25th.
Poor guy – saw so many of his relatives slaughtered in WWI.
Coincidental with Easter, he is risen.
Shouldn’t that be Yeaster?
So, Kosher, but not Kosher for Passover. Got it.
Tee hee!
I love this thread ----- it never gets stale! 
We are already there. All is lost.
There is a possibility of Hollywood producers making a tribute film.
Working title so far is “Yeast In Space”.