Forty years of service, and this is how it

Forty years of service, and this is how it ends; facedown in a ditch. Lewie Zappa had always been a harsh man, but leaving behind his best man (me, not Frank, screw frank) would be

totally un-Zappa like so he switched gears and picked Frank up. But Frank was now mostly withered flesh and stinky bones. The sunken sockets where his eyes were had

a certain sparkle & the remnants of his trademark moustache could be made out. Otherwise FZ's remains were pretty lifeless until he laid the original Gibson SG guitar in his arms

The corpse animated... "va...va...vaaaaahhhhllley gurl! She was a valley girl!" Zappa zapped into the world of the living ready to take the postmortem pop world by storm!

In that season, or perhaps some faded flower of a season some time ago, zombies were all the rage, but this time Zappa was late to the party. To-day, The Blob would have its 15

mins of fame but Zappa's zombies just made him look old fashioned & "square". He reflected for a moment on what a great band name that'd be. Maybe that was the direction to go? B

O was Zappa's true enemy, however. He tried an Old Navy spray instead of the cliche flames at his concert, but it just made the audience of hipster stoners retch. Nobody cared he'd

O's uncontrollable vowel movements. Zappa had only to seque into "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow" and O would crap all over the stage, much to the disgust of the audience. O tried to

wriggle away from this stinky mess. To plop free, and slide down between the cracks, never to be seen again. But steam marked his passing, and O floated there, forever.