He wrote his own vows,"Never gonna give you

He wrote his own vows,"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down." She giggled. Then the Ethics Police crashed through the stain-glass window and shot them both stone dead.

The newly weds arrived at the pearly gates,Hanks blues guitar slung over his shoulder,faded bluejeans,luchese boots, Dawn in tie-dye dress & dreadlocks,barefoot. Who says you can't

go to heaven an suffer? The newlyweds hated country music. They were both DINKS, "Double Income No Kids." They liked Moby and stuff so they turned to Hank and said

'Stick that Honkey Tonkey shit in a place where the sun don't shine and play Moby, you f*ck!' Now Hank was a proper red-neck and appreciated good manners. In fact he demanded them

. He approached the punk-ass techno twerp and cradled his cranium in the folds of his right hand. "I'd advise you to appreciate the styln' of Hank Williams or I'm cracking an egg."

A boot thrashed his forearm, releasing his grip on the skull. "Leave the punk-ass techno twerp alone. He's a friend of mine." It was Hank Williams III. "I know grandpa would'n'a

let ya get'way wit' this kinda mindlessness." He sat up, wishing his grandfather wasn't such a beloved father figure. You know, no,

into the minds of everyone sitting there at his funeral. His psychic abilities were now stronger than ever now that he was dead! He could make his friends & family feel whatever he

wanted. Hovering overhead, he transmitted GuiltGuiltGuiltGuiltGuiltGuiltGuiltGuiltGuiltGuilt. When the service concluded, they filed out with their heads down & hearts heavy.