I’ve always loved this holiday’s artwork, but I recently found out that many folks write satirical epitaphs for the living called calaveras or “skulls.” Here’s mine:
Here Lies McClurg
He had but only one wish,
To play in his native English,
But his eyes, they teared,
As he sniffed and feared,
“They’ll only remember the beard!”
I like red peppers and Jan Švankmajer movies.
1. Current Listening: Lots of soul from Muscle Shoals
2. Current Viewing: A Hard Day's Night (1964).
3. Current Reading: H.G. Wells: In the Days of the Comet