… says daily prompt. Yesterday’s, of course, as Today’s hasn’t been published yet.
Not sure I desire a standard local newspaper obituary. They’re just so… Well, don’t want one of those.
I’d prefer a sort of limerick-y, bathroom wall one-liner. You know the kind I mean.
“Here I sit, broken hearted. Came to…”
“The once was a man from Nantucket…”
Because I don’t do oh-so-serious. Or dirges. Or requiems. Or epic, tragic poetry.
None of those things are me. SeriousFace is not a mask I wear at all well.
So write something light, kitchen prose or gutter-rhyme, instead of an obituary, please.
“Dave wasn’t a truly bad old tosser,
But sadly not much of a Chaucer.
His prose was quite sad,
(Some even said bad).
But at least he wasn’t a dress-crosser(???)”
Well, write something better that than, please. It limps. Hire somebody who’s good at it.
Or don’t bother. Whatever, I won’t care (being dead).
Now there’s a cheerful start to another 4AM day!
Write your obituary.