This little sad chuckle has been making the rounds at the company my wife and I work for. I thought I would include it for everyone out there having a crumby day…
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community who recently past away. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection exacerbated by trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Mr. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased, Teflon-coated 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 grave site was piled high with flours, all freshly milled.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Mr. Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded by one and all. Mr. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. Thought he was not considered a very smart cookie and wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes, he was much beloved. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Mr. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, and a new Dough they still have in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held Friday at 3:50 for about 20 minutes. All attending felt warmed by the ceremony.
If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on. It is always good to share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.