You may have already heard this on CNN - but just in case thought I'd
forward it along (and, as you know, I am hesitant to pass things along - but
this was TOO important not to).
It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news. Please
join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The
Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.
Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including
Mrs.Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the
Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with
flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as
a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked
schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he was still a crusty old man
and was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and
Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his
elderly dad, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
If this made you smile in any whey, for even a brief second, pass it on to
someone who kneads it.