Death of Doughboy

Like alot of people raised in the 60's, Wall Street Marketing, and the television had a big affect on me. I can still recite advertising jingles for products I have never bought. Do any of you remember Rosemary Clooney singing "Extra value is what you get when you buy Coronet?" It was a paper towel song, from the classic big band songtress. How about "Winston tastes good like a cigarette should?" They just seem to stick with you. It is in that spirit that I share an item that came across my desk this morning from another good friend. The Death of the Pillsbury Doughboy Dave, it is with the saddest heart I pass on the following: Please join me in remembering a great icon - the veteran Pillbury 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 well wishers and 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 the 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 halfbaked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he even still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millons. Toward the end it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was no tart. Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus one they had in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about twenty minutes. (you know the drill. if you laughed, or not, feel free to pass it, just give me a little credit. blessings, dave)