What would he do with the tuna (might not even be real tuna, check the can) now?
At the Monterey Bay Aquarium we have this big Tuna preservation department & big it is. I could
ask them if you should eat it. Rumor has it that when a tuna isn’t performing well, that they dissect
it & then BBQ it although the boss guy told me they don’t.
Well, the tuna could come back to haunt you.:rolleyes:
Thanks for your moral guidance, everyone.
I wanted you all to know that I just had another sandwich from the can I opened yesterday. It was delicious (I added Philadelphia basil & tomato spread). There’s another can in the cupboard that I am going to eke out until the end of the week, and then my involuntary tuna bequest runs out.
the question is
What would John West Do?
There’s an important piece of information that I’m surprised nobody has asked for yet:
Did the dead man leave a will? And was the tuna mentioned in the will?
Personally, I like to ask myself “What would Brian Boitano do?”
Tuna, schmuna–I used to have raging arguments with a boyfriend over the ethicality of drinking the beers people would leave on the graves of their loved ones. He maintained that he was pouring out a libation on the grave for the dead person so it was respectful and okay. I maintained he was just a beer sneak who liked freaking people out by leaving the empties in the same spot…
…sometimes with the roaches of the joints they’d leave smoldering on the rim. It was disturbing, I tellya… 
Maybe the dead friend will haunt you because he’s had a chance to get to know all the tuna net-killed dolphins in heaven. He’ll appear to you like Jacob Marley, only covered in six-pack plastic holders instead of chains.
Maybe the dead friend will haunt you because he’s had a chance to get to know all the tuna net-killed dolphins in heaven. He’ll appear to you like Jacob Marley, only covered in six-pack plastic holders instead of chains.
I once ate a dead man’s whole pantry.
We bought his house ‘as is’ at an estate sale. There was a large cabinet full of things that I would never have bought myself. Orange Marmalade, Apple Jelly, Green Cocktail Olives, Maraschino Cherries, and some canned stew with wine in it.
I lived of his stuff for two weeks. I never had any second thoughts about that until now though.
Jjimm,
Did the guy leave any clothes behind, perhaps a pair of chinos and a nice shirt, or a business suit.
Why stop at tuna?
It just struck me,
Did he leave a girlfriend behind?
Not in the cupboard, anyway.
Actually, joking aside, he did. His funeral was really really tragic. There must have been about five hundred people there. 
Reminds me of a custom in rural Ireland which, I understand continued until 30 or 40 years ago, whereby rather than wastefully throwing away a dead person’s good clothes they were given to the less well off… The catch was that the recepient had to wear the dead person’s clothes to church for the following three consecutive Sundays or else face the prospect of the deceased haunting him…
Kerriensis
I’m now halfway through tuna sandwich no. 3 (first half of second can) with:
No haunting to report yet.
So… if you eat a man’s heart, you get his courage.
If you eat a man’s brain, you get his wisdom.
What do you get if you eat a man’s tuna? Full?
I don’t normally post things like this but spooje that “haunted tuna” line was priceless.
Oh, my. I suppose I’m lucky that poor old Helen never haunted me, then! (Both shoes and cape were far too fancy for church!) :eek:
Actually, our landlady gave us very strict instructions not to say anything about Helen dying in her bedroom to prospective boarders. It was only after one guy rented the room, that my roommate and I told him. Poor Warren. But he stayed, and as far as I know, Helen didn’t haunt Warren, either. And Dead Helen’s Room? By now it’s almost legendary! Talk about being remembered…!
Day four. The tuna has gone. I eked out the last ration this lunchtime, between two slices of white bread. I hope he would have understood. The wind continues to blow infernally, and the dogs are howling outside.