In Memoriam:

06/02/07

The Art Of Punning Has Been Described As "How To Lose Friends And Antagonize People." Sigmund Freud described the pun as "the lowest form of humor." But then, he had some pretty strange ideas on other things too. Still, most of us enjoy making an occasional pun, and some of us even enjoy hearing a well-rendered pun. The following appeared in my e-mail box, sent by a friend who shall remain nameless in order to protect him from the slings and arrows of those who will see nothing punny in any of this:

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
 
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
 
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy quickly rose in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
 
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

If you were having a crummy day, you kneaded this.