A holiday chuckle, who'd thought we'd put doughboy to rest

It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news:
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment
community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and
traumatic 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 not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes.
Despite being a little flaky at times, he was still a crusty old man and was
considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, three children, John
Dough, Jane Dough, and one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly
dad, Pop Tart.

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

May he rest in yeast



Holiday blessings to you!
Michele Caprario
Free Lance Writer and Editor
New York/San Francisco/Los Angeles
APen2Paper@aol.com