Shortly after Paul McCartney lost his wife Linda, to breast cancer, Paul issued a press release stating how he comforted her in her hour of need, and told her to imagine that she is riding her horse into the sunset- a gentle metaphor for her passing into the afterlife. While we're sure she was at peace with his soothing words, we were thinking... what would we say to someone close to us, lying on their deathbed? ...


THINK THIS IS GONNA TAKE LONG? ECW'S ON IN 10 MINUTES!

MIND IF I SMOKE? *Striking match on loved one's forehead*

GREAT! NOW I GOTTA LEARN TO COOK? THANKS! REAL F#@KIN' CONSIDERATE!!

HOW MUCH DIDYA LEAVE ME?

BURN IN HELL, C#%KSUCKER.

WANNA TRADE PLACES?

THIS LIL' PIGGY WENT TO MARKET...

LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE- NO WORK TOMORROW!

I'M GAY.

TELL JESUS I SAID "SUP?!?!" *Throwin' up gang signs*

*Impersonating Jimmy Durante* A CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA!

HEY, DID I EVER SHOW YOU THESE PHOTOS OF ME AND YOUR WIFE?... UM.. NEVER MIND.

PINELAWN?!? WHAT PINELAWN? IT'S POTTER'S FIELD FOR YOU, JACK!

YO QUIERO POST-FUNERAL BUFFET.

OH MY! WHAT A LOVELY SHADE OF GRAY!

IS THAT THE ONSET OF RIGORMORTIS OR ARE YOU JUST GLAD TO SEE ME?

PULL MY FINGER.

YOUR CHIN MAKES THE GREATEST NUT-REST!

LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE- YOU ALWAYS LIKED FLOWERS!

DAMN... WHO FARTED?

YOU WANT I SHOULD CANCEL THE PAPER?

COULDNT HAVE HAPPENED TO A BIGGER PRICK! TATA, DOUCHEBAG!

WHY YOU GOTTA PLAYAHATE FO'?

SAY.. WHAT COLOR THREAD YOU WANT FOR YOUR EYES?

*Breaking out into festive rendition of Blue Oyster Cult's 'Dont Fear The Reaper'*

AH, STOP YER BAWLIN'! YOU AINT THE ONE THAT GOTTA GET UP EARLY FOR THE WAKE TOMORROW!

URN... SHOEBOX... IT'S ALL THE SAME!

SHARING NEEDLES... NO GOOD!

HEY... YOU WEARIN' PANTIES? *Lifting up sheets*

WHO'S LAUGHING NOW, SCUMBAG? (Applies only to our readers)

IF I GET THIS BED FUMIGATED, I CAN SELL IT, NO?

*Applying massive wedgie* GOT YA LAST!

DOES IT HURT WHEN I DO THIS? *Gouge*

RIGHT THIS WAY, DR. KEVORKIAN...

IS IT COLD IN HERE, OR IS IT JUST ME?

WATCHING YOU SUFFER LIKE THIS... *Kissing fingertips* ...MAGNIFIQUE!

HAHA.. GOTCHA NOSE!

*Silent Treatment*

DO YA NEED THAT PILLOW? NO, IM JUST SAYIN.. MY BACK'S GETTIN A LIL' STIFF HERE...

*Borrowing oxygen mask* LUKE... I AM YOUR FATHER...

MIND IF I TURN OFF THIS HEART MONITOR? I'M TRYIN TO GET SOME SHUT-EYE!

SO MUCH FOR 'ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE', HUH?

*During last rites* A REASON TO DRINK! YAY DEATH!

HOMOSEZ WHAT?

WHAT GUY WITH A SICKLE? I DONT SEE NOTHIN'!!

YOU WANNA DONATE YOUR ORGANS? I GOT DIBS ON THE CASIO! *Rimshot*

*Checking watch* YOU GOT ABOUT 20 MINUTES- BALLOON ANIMALS, A PORN FLICK OR SHADOW PUPPETS?

*Banging elbow on hospital bed's guardrail* OWW! SUNAVABITCH!

KNOCK KNOCK! BANANA... KNOCK KNOCK! BANANA... KNOCK KNOCK... ORANGE... ORANGE YOU GLAD.... HEY! W-WAKE UP! AWWW MAN!

And our favorite....

PARDON ME... DO YOU HAVE ANY GREY POUPON???


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