The Pillsbury Doughboy

This has been around in various forms over the years, but I got it again in an e-mail today. And I started thinking how clever I thought it was the first time I saw it. In case you haven't read this bit of internet humour:



Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the tummy. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, Little Debbie, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Tony the Tiger and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy 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 still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart and younger sister, Little Poppy.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.