Your epitaph

Last wish. Cremate my body. Take the ash and mix it with blue paint. Spraypaint on a Chicago subway wall with this paint, the following. Killroy was here.

Hey Radio, I think you've just hit upon the perfect epitaph for tangerine-faced celebrity bigot Robert Kilroy Silk.

Don't know this guy. He's a British celebrity bigot?

You'd love him in America...

I looked him up. I doubt he'd get much air time here. There aren't enough lawyers in any one town to defend him.

"It's hot, dry, and full of dickheads. Am I in hell or Australia?" [%sig%]

Here was buried 1legspider, Though he lays here no more... Every time you scratch your bum You probably touch a part of what was him.

Here lies John Osborne. He quite liked Never Mind the Buzzcocks.

Here lies Roberts the nobber Once alive, now a gonner Chin up!

Years ago I came across an epitaph in a story and it's stuck with me. I'm sure a lot of people will see where it's comming from. Here lies Smiley He Got Through.

fergal she had no fear that gal. It would be a complete lie, but what the heck.

andonandonandon..........

Knock on wood youll end up like me ash and still beneath a happy tree under sun, moon, rain so bright so it goes my forever forever night sleep tight ... So im not a good poet at least i know it!

Ely dear he lie here

Currently unavailable to take your call, but will be back soon.

I TOLD you I was ill.

mine will say... "Fuck...fuck fuck, fuckety fuck...oh fuck it!"

Was once in the pan but now in the fire

you may feel sorry that I'm dead But next time that you're snug in bed. and your alarm clock shrilly rings unwelcome morning monday brings. And then you're running in the rain (be cause your late) to catch the train, Being dead may be a bore, But I can sleep forevermore.

Sounds like bad Poe Jude.

nothing. I'm going to burned and then have my ashes mixed in with the roots of a sapling. I'd rather a dog piss up my leg than be buried in a cemetary.

SCOTLAND here lies a nation who refused to help and murder the weak and the innocent first the hospital wards then the prisons lets hope all the big bad brave men know why its happening then big billy can sing about the man who sued god as his nation is closed of from the rest of the western world... tick tick tick *chances*

if your citys are going to play games with the mentall y il and leave them to rapists and gangsters in your city services in hostels and b&bs and if your not going to take the self harm issue on board your country closes through disease...hope all the biug bad brave men police an a ll

your all involved..if you try and touch my i ll child of your blocks of flats are coming down and hosues burn 33 years of walking shut up the demoliton squads are ready

scotland and there games with i ll men make sure the nontitiys in the media up ther start questioning the hsut down of ther country

and the quiker they find the answer the better chance thye have of saving ther people

if only we knew she was dead and not just lounging in her bed we cried and wailed for two minutes straight then passed around the begging plate we didn'[t get enough for a decent coffin so we chucked her in the rubbish bin she got us back when they read her will all she left behind were her credit card bills

Girl I wanna make you sweat Sweat til you can't sweat no more then if I die...

"worm food"

Pass the Sugar.