http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/obituaries/bal-perdue0401,1,2805482.story?coll=bal-home-headlines
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No word on how long he had a FEEDING TUBE in.
Johnny Cochran, Teri Shiavo, Frank Purdue, and possibly the Pope and Prince Rainer. Death is very, very busy these days.
Jerry Falwell possibly, too.
It always comes in Threes, doesn’t it?
Johnny Cochran, Terri Schaivo and Frank Perdue make a threesome.
Wait a few days and the Pope, Rainier and Joan Kennedy will make up another threesome. :eek:
Have they said anything further about how Joan Kennedy ended up wherever she was in whatever state she was in?
I haven’t heard too much about her; hasn’t she been drinking herself to death for years?
Since I’m recovering, I’m always sad to hear about people who relapse. If that’s what happened.
Poor woman.
You left out Mitch Hedberg.
Sounds like his feeding tube was a syringe filled with heroin.
Frank Perdue died a very rich and very old man. The MSNBC obit mentioned his toughness and thrift, and that certainly was appropriate. Had he been less tough and thrifty when dealing with his employees, my father might have died later (though just as poor) than he did; Perdue would have lasted just as long and been minutely less rich. Perdue made his money collecting the money from an industry that requires a lot of poverty to work profitably. Good for him. May his heirs someday shovel the same tons of sawdust and rotting carcasses, in the same 100 degree heat, that made their fortune possible.
I think there’s an inch of his grave that you didn’t spit on yet. . .right over there.
Show me exactly where.
Frank Perdue was not evil. He was like most of us, willing to take what he could get and smart enough to make the most of what he had. Some of the things he had that he could get something from, unfortunately, were people.
IIRC, Frank Perdue early one morning was going somewhere, driving while talking into a recorder, while doing his paperwork. He rear-ended another car and killed a mother and child. He had to surrender his license after that.
I bet it does not make the obits.
Are they sure he’s dead? Did his timer pop up? Will they remove his giblets before burying him?
His juices were clear.
Do the authorities suspect fowl play?
Save me a leg!
What?
He’s with the Colonel now. (Now I have this image of him at the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter’s saying, “Finger lickin’ good, huh? We’ll just see about that.”
That would be the Commonwealth of Massachusettes.
