Someone just sent this to me in email, and continues on what Jaydabee said:
It is with the saddest heart that I have to pass on the following.
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 longtime 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 he even still, as a crusty old man, he was 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
“People must think it must be fun to be a super genuis,
But they don’t realize how hard it is
to put up with all the idiots in the world.”
– Calvin and Hobbes
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