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Jason Platt

Here lies what was left of Jason Platt
Who fell into a molten iron ore vat
One fatal slip was all it took
And no one got a final look. 

Written November 13, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

November 17, 2022 at 2:07 PM

I feel blessed that I did not get "a final look" - can you imagine?

L Milton Hankins

November 17, 2022 at 8:01 PM

I don't believe there was anything left to look at actually, Caren. Never fall into a molten vat of anything...please!

Nancy Kaufman

November 14, 2022 at 5:42 AM

thanks for the chuckle. I bet there must be a book out there on funny ways to die some where? I write eulogies for family and friends to help with the grieving process for those left behind and try to focus on the positive aspects of that person's life which some times injects humor.

L Milton Hankins

November 14, 2022 at 7:56 AM

Glad to know you enjoyed this one, Nancy. I write these eulogies of fictional people just for fun. I think I first saw such a long time ago at the Haunted House at Disney World. Since then I've occasionally written one. I call them macabre humor.

Gershon Wolf

November 13, 2022 at 3:29 PM

You certainly have a knack for writing a hilarious epitaph! Keep smiling, gw

L Milton Hankins

November 13, 2022 at 6:09 PM

Thanks, gw. The secret is figuring out how they died in a way that rhymes with their name. Like you could get eaten by a wolf, but there wouldn't be anything left to bury! (chuckling)