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Geraldine Ellen Macadoo

Here lies Geraldine Ellen MacAdoo Who fell into a pot of molten glue We couldn’t decide what to stick her to, We thought of this ... she would concur So, we wrapped her in her sable fur And, this is where we buried her. written March 16, 2022

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/18/2022 9:19:00 AM

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You sure you never wrote for 'Mad Magazine' back in the day?! They used to have 'highbrow' epitaphs a lot like this one... Anyway, I love it. Keep 'em coming. ~ Murgatroyd Fofoofnik (aka Wolf)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/18/2022 11:07:00 AM

Thanks, gw. Would you believe I really, really enjoy writing epitaphs? I have more fun with them than limericks! Nope, never wrote for Mad Magazine, but I read them faithfully!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/17/2022 1:51:00 AM

Sable fur sounds marvelous actually. Nice rhymes!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/17/2022 8:41:00 AM

I love writing these, Caren. I get such a kick out of coming up with the circumstances, and particularly the names. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 3/16/2022 11:50:00 PM

Ha ha, funny end, Milt:)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/17/2022 8:41:00 AM

Glad you enjoyed it, Jo. I like writing epitaphs!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/16/2022 4:20:00 PM

Lol RIP Geraldine who met with a sticky end. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/16/2022 7:25:00 PM

She did, indeed, Tom. I absolutely love writing these epitaphs, for some macabre reason. I also enjoy thinking up just the right name for the deceased. I think I have a problem! LOL