Big Purple Signature

Comment by BlancheNoE on September 22, 2010 at 1:29pm

You have a bit of a morbid edge to you. I like you. You have me thinking about my obit now.
Hmmm,...something like : She came, she saw, she ate, she pooped, she fed other earth creatures which in turn made them poop. If nothing else she contributed greatly to the fertilization of the planet and therefor could be considered as having had a very useful time on earth. Though her name may not be remembered, many flowers and trees and other growing things will flourish for her having been here.
Thanks for oiling my brain gears again, Geoff.

Comment by flophousepoodle on September 23, 2010 at 1:14am

It's an awesome idea. I'd like to read comedians' self-roasting obits. Louis CK for one.

Comment by Geoff on September 23, 2010 at 9:43am

A "morbid edge" ... moi?

flop, I'm beginning to think that vlogging is the perfect means to express still-born, tentative, and unrealized ideas. That sounds all wrong, but where else--for example--could I have found an audience for the scribbles in the margins of my notebooks?

Comment by NatureJunkie on September 23, 2010 at 3:41pm

Helen Gurley Brown cliffhanger. Who knew it could happen?

I think that Flop is on to the fact that most people wouldn't write a self-obit unless it was self-roasting or at least done with a self-conscious wink. Otherwise, one would come off as a little self-important or maybe even boastful, and no one but the clueless would risk it. I think Blanche's self-obit is as lovely as any I've ever read, and I just might plagiarize it.

I seem destined to die a nobody, which is perfectly fine with me. I'm hoping to make it to the finish line in my nobodyness without becoming part of a public scandal that would make mine a noteworthy obituary, such as will be the fate of people like Monica Lewinski, Amy Fisher, and Jeff Gillooly.

Comment by Geoff on September 30, 2010 at 9:46am

NJ, if you truly desire to die a nobody without public scandal, leave a briefcase full of unmarked twenties in the hollow tree out by the highway. Call the cops and you, the Vienna Boys Choir, and Christine O'Donnell will rue the day.

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