It is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news:


Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.



The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma
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 grave site was piled high
with flours.



Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described 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 still was a crusty old man and was considered a roll model for
millions.



Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane
Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father,
Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.



If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasions and
take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who kneads it.
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