Ok then ,how many ways can we say dead?

…is no longer with us
…passed on
…gone to the Happy Hunting Ground
…went to that big (dance hall, parking garage, casino, whatever)in the sky
…gone to the Elysian Fields
…slept with his fathers


The trouble with Sir Launcelot is by the time he comes riding up, you’ve already married King Arthur.

Paws up

Metabolically disadvantaged

Floating at the top of the tank

A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.

“I’m not quite dead, sir…”

I’m all about the Monty Python referances.

I feel happy! I feel Happy!

I wish I could remember some of the other parrot ones. Isn’t there one about “I’ve known rocks with more life than this parrot!” or something along those lines? I’m too lazy to go look it up. Feh.


DON PEDRO: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

BEATRICE: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. -Much Ado About Nothing, Act II, Sc: i

Shut up, you’ll be stone cold in a second.

Ran with the scissors
Sleeping in the sod
Done growning


Teacher, my red crayon tastes funny – Ralph Wiggum

Alright then, because it is such a gem:

Bless these guys :smiley:


Coldfire
Voted Poster Most Likely To Post Drunk


"You know how complex women are"

  • Neil Peart, Rush (1993)

Past his live by date.

Existentially challenged

Shuffled off this mortal coil.

The main course at the worm buffet.

Married.


Sig! Sig a Sog! Sig it loud! Sig it Strog! – Karen Carpenter with a head cold

[hyjacking thread] Hey, Coldfire, isn’t there a part where the shopkeeper offers to shave the feathers, add a tail and make it a gerbil? Maybe that was just on the version Palin and Cleese did on SNL a while back. (guess who got 6 volumes of Flying Circus for Christmas this year? [does a silly walk in celebration])[/hyjacking thread]

To keep this on-topic: Dorothy Parker always wanted her gravestone to read “Excuse my dust.”


DON PEDRO: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

BEATRICE: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. -Much Ado About Nothing, Act II, Sc: i

My favorites:

“Joined the choir invisible”

“That sweet chariot has come for to carry him home”

And—courtesy of a British friend—“Popped his clogs”

Kicked the bucket.

Bought the farm

Kicked up his toes.

Reminds me of a bad joke:

What does Mozart and John Lennon have in common?

They both are decomposing.

Tango Utah


“You have no choice but to be impressed.”
Tony Rothman and George Sudarshan
Doubt and Certainty

Electroencephalograhicly Challenged
Flatlined
A goner
Moved to Wisconsin


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