Humor from the Crypt

Depression may not be funny, but finding humor in your life goes a long way towards improving your outlook.


MacBook MausoleumRemember the other day when I joked about how I should just pick out a cemetery plot and write my own eulogy because of all the senior citizen junk mail I receive? Well, apparently the direct marketers who think I'm a retired, octogenarian with hearing loss read my blog and wanted to help me along the path to interment. They've sent me the pitch of a lifetime.


Dear Citizen,
We are pleased to announce a Senior Final Expense Program to help pay what the government does not pay for your funeral expense...



The letter goes on about how little I receive under Social Security and how much it costs to be properly buried. Very cheery. All I need do is supply them with more personal information and check a box on how much money I want. I wonder how much it will cost to be buried in my very own mausoleum in the shape of a MacBook? Hey, at least that way I can assure I'll be remembered. Especially if the lid opens up on Halloween.



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Anonymous said…
JOLLY GOOD .......... You re now officially over 40. Marketers want to offer ancient folks , like you , a deal of a lifetime , your final resting place. I love the image of a burial lap top computer , opening up for Halloween. ........ mountainfaerie
October 01, 2008 10:43 AM
Anonymous said…
HAHAHAHAH Excellent idea for a gravestone. Opening up for halloween! HAHAHAHHAHAHHA this made my day.
October 17, 2008 3:52 PM
D.R. Cootey said…
Glad you folks found it funny. It's important to keep a sense of humor about these things. :)

~Douglas
October 18, 2008 2:31 AM
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