We’ll be eating bugs, they’ll have their steaks.
He’s drinking diet soda. Can’t get more health-conscious than that.
Whoever wrote that obit needs to apply at The Babylon Bee.
He also had a much larger ... retinue of ladies than I ever had:
We don't know if he was married, but he definitely was a lady's man. There was Kathy, Mary Lou, Tammy, Debra, Carrie, Tina, etc., etc. "It's the bones", he told us as proudly pointed his skinny, pasty-white legs. "Women love a good shin". We think he might even have some females waiting for him on the other side.
Jamie loved his family more than anything else in the world...except ice-cold Busch, room-temperature Busch, T-bones, New York strip, prime rib, shrimp, swimming, poker, hatch-back Mustang GTs, tank-tops, Kentucky Men's basketball, and his personal copy of Eddie Murphy's Raw.
Well, at least I have the pasty white shins going for me.
Born and raised in Kentucky in 1963-a state that has been recently leaning toward more liberal values, we might add–Jamie, a divorcee, father, grandfather and proud owner of a few lots in the trailer park, had had enough and up and died on us on June 14th in order to avoid another Presidential stolen-election mishap in the near future.
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Here is a hilarious obituary, written by the deceased just prior to his death.
This obituary was subsequently read by Click & Clack on Car Talk.
The day he died he came into my place, but had a hard time communicating. He walked out the door, stopped on the sidewalk and turned around, shrugged his shoulders and waived goodbye, and went home and died.
Lou, a retired English professor at Bucknell University was quite a character. He wrote his own obituary which was read by Click & Clack on NPR’s Car Talk. (If we all could only have a sense of humor like this when facing death.)(this is real and NOT A JOKE, exactly as published in the newspaper.)
LEWISBURG PA - Louis J. Casimir Jr. bought the farm Thursday, Feb. 5, 2004, having lived more than twice as long as he had expected and probably three or four times as long as he deserved.
Although he was born into an impecunious family, in a backward and benighted part of the country at the beginning of the Great Depression, he never in his life suffered any real hardships.
Many of his childhood friends who weren’t killed or maimed in various wars became petty criminals, prostitutes, and/or Republicans.
He survived three years overseas in an infantry regiment in excellent health, then university for four years on the GI bill, and never thereafter had to do an honest day’s work.
He was loved by good women, had loyal friends, and all his children were healthy, handsome and bright.
For more than six decades, he smoked, drank and ate lots of animal fat, but never had a serious illness or injury.
His last wish was that everyone could be as lucky as he had been, even through his demise was probably iatrogenic.
He was preceded in death by his wife of 43 years, Judy.
He is survived by his brother Jack of Houston, Texas; and his children, Randall Kent of Brunswick, Ga., Louis John III (Trey) of Lewisburg, Thomas Bettis of Lewisburg and Edith Austin Wheat of Austin, Texas.
Lou was a daredevil: his last words were “Watch this!”
A memorial service and barbecue will be held on Labor Day at Lou’s place.
Per the Obit:
“He leaves behind ......, as well as a pair of old boxers which have ‘Buttweiser the King of Rears’ printed on the design. He will be moderately missed.”
Sigh. Welcome to my world
One of the obituary condolences says
“Happy Birthday! - Joe Biden”
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