Diane: Here is the email that Howard and I both thought was funny...You will too
Veteran Pillsbury spokes-model Pop N. Fresh died yesterday of a severe yeast infection. He was 71. Fresh was buried in one of the largest funeral ceremonies in recent years. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, Chef Boyardee, and the Hostess Twinkies.
The grave site was piled high with flours as longtime friend Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Fresh as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.
Fresh rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers.
He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Still, even as a crusty old man, he was a roll model for millions.
Fresh is survived by his second wife. They have two children and another in the oven.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes...
This Ford is my chariot, but I wonder why.
It maketh me to lie down in muddy roads, it stalleth in deep waters.
It stresseth my soul, for it be the best but the oldest of its namesake.
Yea, though I ride through the Hills of the High Desert, I shall fear no trail.
For my Bronco is under me...
Still, thy creaks and thy groans, they discomfort me.
Thy performance threatens embarraseement in the presence of mine enemies.
Thy seals anointest my head with oil, thy radiator runneth over.
Surely, they memory of my decision will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the poor house forever.
But I wouldn't trade my Bronco for anything, I love all its quirks.
Plus, even though it has broken down MANY times,
it (knock on wood) has only left me stranded once when I blew
the engine- other wise I have always gotten home...
Diane: We should reconsider and put that psalm on Howard's rock...ha ha