In the end, all that will be left of us on this earth will be names carved on stones in little parks all over the place where we hope at least someone cuts the grass once in a while. Our name is our pride, our calling card and our burden (sometimes). Forgive me for finding humor in some of these:
1. The Tickel family, needless to say, were tickeled to death.

2. Sooner or later everyone loses their stuffing.

3. Wasn't he the Wichita Lineman?


