(I stole this from another board I had to share)
It is with the saddest heart that I pass on the following. Please join
me in remembering a great icon. The Pillsbury Dough boy died yesterday
of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the
belly. He was only 51. Dough boy 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 gravesite was piled high with flours, as long-time friend Aunt
Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who never
knew how much he was kneaded. Dough boy 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 even still, as a crusty old
man, was considered a roll model for millions. Toward the end it was
thought that he would rise again, but alas, he was no tart.
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
twenty minutes.