You know how it is. One of those really boring intervals at work and the old noggin starts travelling into fantasy land. It’s the only way of staying sane sometimes.
A few weeks ago I enjoyed such a moment. I was doing something totally boring and repetitive and I started wondering about how I would die and when. From there I began to think. “Hmmm, how would people learn of my death? How would it be reported in the papers?”
It was of course time to mentally prepare my own epitaph. I hope you like it and feel free to post your own. I’d love to see them.
Not a brilliant shot I know so here’s the original.
News is in that the world’s oldest man, a Mr Stan Rogers has passed away. 136 year old Stan was apparently enjoying a night of passion in his Bahamas penthouse suite with his close friends the Swedish Olympic Ladies beach volleyball team when he was sadly taken from us.
It is believed that the shock news of his eighth Euromillions jackpot win may have contributed to his demise.
Said a tearful 23 year old Inge Johannsen, “Ve vill all miss Herr Stan very much he vas such an active man…in all departments.”
Stan always attributed his longevity to smoking 40 cigarettes a day washed down with copious amounts of Gin & Tonic.