it was dark, stary night when something bad

it was dark, stary night when something bad happened

a girl walked into a grave yard

she was on her way to visit her gran, she had tears streeming down her face and she heard a stick snap and she started to run and then she fell in her early grave!

Which was fine because she was so worthless and stupid that her existence was forcing other people to put up with her. They covered her with dirt, said a quick prayer. The priest

read the Last Rites version from "Priesthood for Dummies", sprinkled some Cologne because he'd forgotten the holy water and they got out of there. The attendance at the Wake

was somewhat underwhelming. There was great aunt Bertha, two cousins from Alabama that I thought had died last winter, and a spokesperson from the local Elks Club. Bertha looked

sad, like she knew something was coming. But great aunt Bertha could say nothing for she was mute. she looked at the man in the back of the room who came over to me and

"go for it Honey." After the dance I told auntie he resembled Clark Gable and Clooney. "Good" Auntie replied "they were both cheerful and so is he" "No wait he's not cheerful he's

new and improved all-temperature cheerful." Auntie's attempt at wit was met with blank stares and a renewed consensus that it was time to put her in a home.