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You died.

Who?

The ghost.


Of the navigator.

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The Final...

And when the end is near,
And so we face the final curtain,
My friends I'll say it clear,
We'll state our case, of which I'm certain,
We wrote and quarelled, almost every day,
And more, much more than this,
We did it our way.

Yes there were times, I'm sure you know,
When we bit off more, than we could chew,
But through it all, when there were doubts,
We ate it up and spit it out,
We faced it all and stood tall,
And did it our way.

Regrets we have a few,
But then again, too few to mention,
We did what we had to do and saw it through,
Without exemption,
We planned and charted course,
A careful step along our byway,
And more, much more than this,
We did it our way.

We've loved, we've laughed and cried,
We've had our fill, our share of losing,
And now as tears subside we find,
It all so amusing,
To think we did all that,
And may we say, not in a shy way,
Oh no, oh no, not we, we did it our way.

To say the things we truly feel,
And not the words of those who kneel,
The record shows, we took the blows,
And did it our way.


With thanks to Frankie-boy...

it's Death again – He's always there –
Watching, waiting – e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But Ö! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
'You're next, it has to be…'

I am a gay skeleton dancing in the night.
Tomorrow we eat the chicken nuggets.
Dig up my grave filled with barbeque sauce.
Shine your deep fryer upon me.

I am the foot
I am the culu
I'm the guy

Table guy!

I am the progress
I am the walrus

COO COO KA CHOO

Suicide is man's way of telling God "You cannot fire me. I quit!"

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I always look here http://yourdeathdate.info/1/index.html
Death when it comes will have no denial.

LOL at the table guy.