Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for March 02, 2023

Made ME smile anyway.

SOME of us may be laughing…

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

He must be right. It’s on Non Sequitur.

Was it George Carlin who said that he wanted to have a crank built into the side of his casket, for the confused and worried looks of those present? Some people might want to put the “fun” into funeral. They’d be the ones doing death bed pranks.

All depends how he met his demise, might have been funny. Like to see the video

I suspect the departed was 100% correct — good to take the long view when control, or the illusion of same, is not an exercisable (or exorcisable?) option.

I certainly hope there’s dancing and laughter at my funeral.

I don’t think anyone’s particularly amused.

At his wake, when his body is laid in the casket for viewing, my friend intends to have the kneeler rigged. When people kneel down to pray, water will squirt at them from the flower on his lapel. But his wife claims if he does that, she will KILL him.

Depending on the individual there may be a few having a good laugh about it now. (Watch re-runs of the original Perry Mason with my wife. The biggest SOB can usually be identified as the victim-to-be pretty fast – so that everyone else in the cast had a motive to want him/her dead.)

Today is not that (some day) day.

These people may not be part of the “we” referred to on the tombstone.

On YouTube there is a video (ya think!?!) where an Irishman had a recording in his coffin. It was actually charming and works so very well that for a few wonderful people it suits them right down to the ground

Friends brother had “Sure is dark in here” inscribed on his urn.

Maybe he got the last laugh, being that his tombstone is larger that his neighbors’.

We just bought our cemetery plot in our church graveyard. Later I saw an old lady we knew, and I told her we were going to be neighbors. She was surprised and asked when we’re moving, so I told her we bought the plot next to hers.

I’ve spelled out No funeral, no memorial service, no obit, and I’ve willed my body to Alpo so no disposal expense.

I am a guide at a cemetery that has been designated a National Historic Landmark.There are several funny—-or at least ironic—-stories about our “residents”, including the woman who literally became a widow while watching a performance of “The Merry Widow”,and my favorite epitaph (for a pre-planner who is still very much alive)— “See You Later”.

I don’t know; he could be right.

I liked the guy that wanted a friend of his to take his phone and text everyone there, “Thanks for coming”…

We’ll have a good laugh about the way you went.

And the laugh was on him!!!

Hold my beer…

Died laughing

As the comedian Stan Laurel said—

“If I see anybody crying at my funeral,I’ll never speak to them again as long as I live”.

“Always look on the bright side of death (whistle whistle whistle whistle), eh Just before you draw your terminal breath (whistle whistle whistle whistle).”

What a great epitaph!

I’m laughing about it right now.

I always wanted to just lie down and expire under a tree in the backyard and let the critters have the soft bits before everything else went back to nature, but my wife tells me the city’s got rules about that.

Many years ago I read a science-fiction short story about the distant future, when the human race had spread out across the galaxy and the dear ancestral homeworld, Earth, was reserved as a glorious final resting place solely for humanity’s most outstanding achievers — the ultimate version of the Nobel Prize. Business gazillionaire John Bigbuxx was there on a sight-seeing pilgrimage and inquired whether he’d be able to be buried on Earth when he died. The caretakers (politely) scoffed that all he’d ever done was make a lot of money, and the honor was reserved for people who’d really changed destiny for good. Crestfallen, he prepared to get back on his space shuttle and leave, when his eye happened to catch sight of one of the robots spreading fertilizer over the immaculate, neatly tended lawns — from a bag labelled “Bigbuxx Industries”.

A suit-able epitaph.

Graham Chapman funeral. Now for something completely different.

Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!

Today is a good day to die. Ask any Klingon. :)

He believed in existence after demise.