A friend forwarded this sad news to me.
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 rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was well-bread, but 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.
Tony the Tiger sent his regrets but proclaimed that the Doughboy was GRRRRRRREATT! In a similar vein, the Keebler Elf recalled the departed pastry as "uncommonly good". Apparently, Doughboy lost a long-running bet with the Jolly Green Giant as to who would live longer: Said the big green: HO-HO-HO! Green Giant! Typically, Ronald McDonald was too busy clowning around.
Joe Camel and Count Chocula were observed lurking outside the cemetery killing time with a smoke.
Came here to catch up on Monona politics, found myself laughing until it hurt. Thanks Doug!
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