Boobs at a Funeral
Did he just say her tits were big?
Last summer I attended a beach funeral. I want a beach funeral, but that’s not what this is about, or is it?
What do we want people to say about us when we’re dead? I know that’s one of the being dead glitches— we don’t write the postscript. I know a few humor writers who have already written their eulogy, but they can’t guarantee any of their…