TikToker WAFFLER69 Viral Food Eater Dead at 33

TikTok star Waffler69, known for eating tons of fast food and other bizarre items, has died ... TMZ has learned.

The food influencer, whose real name is Taylor, passed away Wednesday according to his brother Clayton, who believes Taylor suffered a heart attack.

Clayton tells TMZ ... Taylor was experiencing some discomfort and had called his mother, but things got worse, so he called for an ambulance to rush him to a hospital from his house in Louisiana. Taylor died at the hospital.

Clayton asks fans to keep Taylor's legacy alive by rewatching his content ... and also started up a GoFundMe to help cover funeral costs.

Taylor's known for eating a ton of wild and nostalgic food -- often putting the meals on top of a random VHS tape for an extra dose of nostalgia. He's chowed down on everything from massive fruit loops to octopus spaghetti, and even an "Addams Family" promotional cereal from 1991.

He garnered 1.7 million followers on TikTok, with a whopping 32.8M likes across the platform -- not to mention his success across Instagram, as well as YouTube, where he says he's been making content for the past 16 years.

The Fat Man’s Prayer By: Victor Buono
https://youtu.be/x9Fdjeh6zMA

THE FAT MAN’S PRAYER

Lord, my soul is ripped with riot,

Incited by my wicked diet.

“You are what you eat,” said a wise old man.

Lord, if that’s true, I’m a garbage can!

I want to rise on judgment day, that’s plain;

But at my present weight, I’ll need a

crane.

So grant me strength that I may not fall

Into the clutches of cholesterol.

May my flesh with carrot curls be cated

That my soul may be polyunsaturated.

And show me the light that I may bear wit- ness

To the President’s Council on Physical Fitness.

At oleomargarine, I’ll never mutter,

For the road to hell is paved with butter.

And cream is cursed, and cake is awful,

And Satan is hiding in every waffle.

Mephistopheles lurks in provolone,

And the devil is in every slice of bologna.

Beelzebub is a chocolate drop,

And Lucifer is a lollypop.

Give me this day my daily slice,

But cut it thin and toast it twice.

And, Lord, I pray with folded pinkies,

Deliver me from Hostess Twinkies.

And when my time of trial is done

And my war with malted milks is won,

Let me stand with the saints in heaven

In a shining robe size thirty-seven.

I can do it, Lord, if you show me

The virtues of lettuce and celery;

If you’ll teach me the evil of mayonnaise,

The sinfulness of hollandaise,

And potatoes a la Lyonnaise,

And pasta a la Milanaise,

And crisp fried chicken from the South

Lord, if you love me, SHUT MY MOUTH!

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