Well Kat, I'm glad I gave you a soapbox...and I share many of your sentiments, but I am an irreverent soul and when someone pointed me to that website, I personally about busted a gut laughing. Then it came to me. During deer season I saw big Miller banners in front of damn near every bar proclaiming "WELCOME HUNTERS." And there it was...the obvious tie-in. I mean every opening day there are half a dozen hunters shot in Ohio. A little more help from the Miller folks and we could do even better...and if these folks were members of the C.D.H.A. then there buddies could say a few words over them right on the spot!!!

EULOGY FOR BUFORD

O Lord, take our good buddy Buford into thy Heavenly Herd. He was a good ol' boy who knew that 27 was his limit, 'les somebody else was drivin'. So you gotta' forgive him for wearin' that brown coat with the white fanny pack 'cause it was about all he had left to wear after his ex sicced that lawyer fella' on him for back child support. And God, please bestow your benediction on me an Cletus. We had no way aknowin' that Buford had fallen into that dead and rottin' sycamore and got that funny lookin' branch stuck in his coonskin hat. 'Sides that Lord, there MUSTA' been sumpin' wrong with them three Head Cheese sandwiches that Buford had with his beers. I mean when he has aretchin', well me and Cletus woulda' swore it was a buck in rut. So long Buford, we'll miss yuh. We're awful sorry, but I know you understand...'specially since you had a kinda' similar thing happen a few years back with your ex-brother-in-law, Hiram. Dear God, please take our friend's soul to your bosom and forgive him his earthly transgressions. Cletus and me are gonna' take his beat up ol' pick-up and his Ithaca and leave his dead ass right here...'cause ain't nobody else gonna' miss him. Plus, the S.O.B. didn't have no money and we can't afford no funeral or any more trouble with the Law. AMEN

Irreverently as always,
catspaw