He'd just make up new lyrics to songs on

He'd just make up new lyrics to songs on the fly, much to the amusement - and annoyance - of others. Today he was singing, "Buh buh buh butterface, buh buh butterface" as he

kneaded the dough. One of his apprentice bakers shouted the backing lyrics, which only encouraged George more. He moved through his repertoire, continuing on to "I Knead You Now".

By the time George & the whole kitchen staff got through 13 rounds of "Roll Roll Roll Your Dough" the sun was rising again and all the baking was done but the wedding cakes. George

had been dreading this task, truth be known.He hated making wedding cakes, although his were the best in town. George studied the order: 5-tiers,classic white, buttercream. (Yawn!)

On the big day itself, the cake arrived in a lorry and was unloaded by greasy workmen. "Here ya go mister." they placed the cake in front of the bride. "I DONT LIKE YOU" written in

marzipan graced the front of the cake, and the tiny bride on top lay face-down in a pool of her own strawberry glaze. "What does this mean, Barry?" my clueless fiancee asked me.

"Well," I said, "Since the groom's model is standing up and the bride has fallen over, it must mean that you will die and I will live." My bride cried: "No Barry! This can't be!"

"It is what Fate has decreed," I insisted. But what Fate hadn't predicted was that my bride would take the knife from the wedding cake and drive it through my heart.

My last thought as everything faded to black was quite a simple one. Why couldn't she wipe the frosting off of the knife first?