Dead Pool 01 Obits


     Later, Mr. Hand.


     Rot in hell, dude.


     Not serendipity, baby.


     Too much buttermilk.


     Poet and aviatrix and that rhymes with dominatrix.


     There Goes Rhymin' Simon.


     http://www.artchive.com/artchive/B/balthus.html.


     512 HRs.


     0 HRs, but as governor of Minnesota, he never did XFL broadcasting, at least.


     Wham! Frankie goes to Heaven.  No more tears for fears.


     The mouth goes south.


     My Mother the Carcass.


     Yabba Slabba Doo.


     God willing, soon to be followed by Alvin and Simon.


     .9277 Eddie Mathews.


     Goon, but not forgotten.


     I'm in control here.  No I'm not.


     Till the End of Electrocardial Activity.


     What's My Line?  Dead.


     Reunited with that damn dog.


     Gee, that old coffin runs great.


     One tough dude.


     Ensign pulverize me.


     Not looking so smart now.


     One Writer's Ending.


     Morteese, gayronteed.


     Johnny come bury me.


     Retribution for cutting the brakes on Jayne's car.


     Nowyou canthrow dirton mycasket.


     Art historian, thou art history.


     Foster Brooks' heart was sooooo old, it BLANKED.

Last Modified 12/21/01