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| Ms. Brown on left |
Monday, February 28, 2011
Jennifer R. Brown
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Jane Elizabeth Costa, 29
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Zuleika Feliciano-Mooney, 81
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Ashley Solup, 92
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| Ms Solup |
Friday, October 22, 2010
David Reis, 77
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Mrs. Katie Medeiros, 78
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| A younger Katie Medeiros |
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Clay Cauley, 22
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Pulkit, 24, plunged from a cliff
Pulkit, aged 24, from a cottage in the back of great beyond somewhere among the mountains plummeted to her death on November 15th, 2015. She was trying to stop her dog from running off the cliff. He thought she was playing with him and rammed into her legs. Upon impact, she was pushed to the edge. Teetering at the brink, she gave up, in a momentary dream that felt as if it lasted an hour, she believed this to be as good a time as any to take the plunge ... and jumped ... finally free and happy; boys name and all. She is survived by 5 dogs and a million books. Her best friend of many years, Siddarth, has no clue of her whereabouts and will receive all of her possessions. She never married but was dearly in love with Praveen. He had been out of touch with her for the past three years. In life, she sold her soul to put food on table, slaved under bosses she loathed, worked as a journalist, a copy editor and an instructional designer. Despite her trail of literary employment activities, she died with her stories undisclosed - safely stored in her memory (at least some of them). The one book she managed to publish did very well, but the attention and expectations of the immense popularity were intolerable; she receded into oblivion and dropped off the minds of people. Her passions were cooking, eating, frolicking with dogs, traveling, reading, writing and, of course, dreaming. She was a misanthrope and often hated the world in general with no apparent reason. She did not trust it. At All. She wrote short stories, took her dogs for walks, read blogs and considered herself a failed poet - her friends vehemently objected and boasted of her prose. She expressed insecurity, was self-conscious; she was vigorously independent yet indecisive. LIke many poets of her time, she craved attention from those she loved. Many found her fun. She desperately strived to atain peace with herself, instead of within herself but failed at that too. Maybe she died of too many failures. She will be dearly missed.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Queen Brenda Sykes, 84
Queen Brenda Sykes, 84, died of a broken heart on the 23rd of January, 2076. She resided in Miami, Florida. Originally from Middleboro, Massachusetts, she lived in Taunton ma for 30 years. The daughter of Sharon Harris and Vincent Sykes, she is survived by daughter Jalysa Quinones, Son Darell Avellar, and Son Eryk Brown. A tireless great grandmother to 15 children and great grandmother of 7 great great grandchildren. She was wed to ex basketball star Lebron James. In life, she was a retired social worker, and advocate for troubled children and even coached women's basketball for Florida State for over ten years. She found time to work in multiple homeless shelters across the world. She traveled to Haiti, New Orleans and Africa to help the poor. She loved to smile, laugh, and joke around!! She was easy to talk to and understanding about anything. She was an open minded person. She loved her family and friends ... outgoing, socially interactive, and easy going. She will be missed.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Lord Christopher Thomas Prescott, 80
Friday, January 22, 2010
updates anyone?
Been busy and neglecting this little special project. In the next few days, I'll be catching up on recent submissions and working on the new form. It's working now, but needs work. Be patient ... you're dead after all.
-Dave
Monday, December 15, 2008
shaymus, 70
Mr. Shay (Shaymus) Petty, having spent the better part of his life giving music lessons to dwellers of the White House, especially well-know for giving Bill Clinton saxophone lessons, died aged 70 last Tuesday. He will gladly spend eternity with the sinners.
Born in Green River in 1938, he was the first son of mother Tina and Father Harry whom, in addition to his only sister Trista precede him in death. Spending time in hookah bars was a favorite pastime of his, but ultimately led to his demise while trying to blow the biggest smoke ring in history; an air bubble in bloodstream causing a lethal embolism.
Prior to teaching music in the Whitehouse, he was a teacher and aide to the World Health Organization. He simulataneously held ownership of the Hookah Place on 5th and Main. It was his favorite hangout.
Shaymus O Petty will miss his place in our world.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Mlle. Summer O, 125, saved a peacock
Mlle. Summer O, spent her life saving all living creatures: from misguided, post-rain earthworms on sidewalks to ladybugs clinging to velcro-like sweaters in early Fall, has died aged 125.
Her passion for all things living would eventually result in her death. Blazing the slick streets of Ethete on her moped (she gave up her automobile license at the age of 85 due to significant cognitive impairment), she swerved to miss a breathtakingly beautiful peacock crossing the road. Swerving at a velocity of 30 mph, she spun off of the road, into the canyon and plunged to her death.
She is preceded in death by friends, Kate, an equally dedicated savior of animals and Pete. She is survived by several family members.
At the time of her death, she was a full time student at Central Wyoming College studying advanced animal rescue techniques in the civility branch of the sociology department. When not saving animals, she read, wrote epitaphs for john and jane does, cruised the streets of Ethete on her moped, listened to Comedian Harmonists, played piano and skillfully played nickel slots until she was kicked out of the casino.
That peacock will miss her.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Faerie, 212, real

A full time faerie who played joyfully on the isle of Neverland with the Lost Boys. She flew, danced and played piccolo for friends. She was best know for her fantastic ability to dance atop a pansy and her daisy home. She thought her life would be endless, like Peter's.
She only regrets never exercising her ability to mess with "that bastard Peter Pan and his Lost Boys' thoughts."
Faeries are real; this one will be missed.







