In this thread we contemplate mortality and the ever-changing nature of the universe by eulogizing ourselves, each other, or anyone/anything we choose, a la John Cleese, to hilarious effect.
(I posted these before, but here they are for quick reference)
John Cleese delivers Graham Chapman's eulogy:
John Cleese delivers his own eulogy:
Brightpearl was a fine, upstanding member of this online community, always ready to lend a virtual hand or offer a scoop of appalling ice cream. She loved cheese and ludicrously green olive oil. I did wish she would shut up about pie and Boards of Canada sometimes, but that's neither here nor there. If only she hadn't eaten that last Funyun (tm), she wouldn't have been so cruelly torn from us as the young, young, completely zit-free age of 29.
27! I meant 27.
Time to spread the ashes.
Carp! We've brought the cat litter by mistake. Look, just toss it over the side; no one'll know the difference!
It's just like the wind to change direction...
Hopefully she'll be reborn as a friendly goat or a contented whale or something, and not an oyster. Again.
Thank you all for coming, and do remember to live each moment as though it were your last.
And stay away from Funyuns (tm).