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Originally Posted by tabs
Ohhh yeah how does it end? Enquiring minds want to know?
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Well, I can't give it all away but it does have sump'n to do with this strange, spoon collecting man who stuffs his gob with lamb chops at Vegas' top buffets to the point that that the life in him decides to give up the ghost and go the way off all flesh. An oversized casket has to be custom made. The man was known to be of wealth and taste so the interior was lined with red velvet and gold thread. The man had wished to be buried naked. No one attended the wake.
A large motorcade of middle year 911's leads the funeral march down the strip while the bagpipes scream and the NRA's top members walk alongside weeping the loss of a fallen comrade.
Later that month, a black tulip mysteriously is placed on the grave site of this man and another was placed the following month and every month sense.
Somewhere, in a small town just east of Vegas, a very small, frail women with a background in culinary arts for the major buffets with specialty for preparing Lamp Chops giggles with delight as she pets her newly acquired Jack Russell mix.