(Some say he had the last air knocked out of him upon hearing that the
ultimate team created in his image had disbanded...perhaps he just
didn't feel kneaded anymore)
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It is with much heaviness of heart that I pass along the following:
Please join me in remembering a great American Icon - the veteran spokesman,
the Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications
from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities
turned
out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the
California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.
The gravesite was piled high with flours, as long-time friend, Aunt Jemima
delivered a moving eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who never knew how
much he was kneaded.
Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with
turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his
dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he was
considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, and two children, John Dough
and Jane Dough. Mrs. Dough has a bun in the oven. He is also survived by
his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about twenty minutes, according to
directions.
--
Terri Whitehead
