Fodder and I have some interesting conversations while riding in the car. Just last week I promised him I’d try to work the word ‘cocksmith’ into his eulogy. That led to a discussion on what we would have engraved on a tombstone. Here’s what I settled on for the love of my life:
Here lies Mr. Mags – beloved husband, father, and one damn fine piece of ass.
He was pleased.
What do you want on your tombstone? Tickle my funny bone and you might just win a little prize. Ready? Go!