Pickles by Brian Crane for September 23, 2021

I’m with you, Earl!

Interlocutor: “What do you want the preacher to say over your casket?”

Joker: “Oh my GOD, he’s ALIVE !!”

How will Brian Crane be remembered aside from making Pickles comics?

As long as you have your health!

Don’t hit me in the head with that horseshoe!

Rip van Wrinkle

Earl how about the guy who gets a Ringer playing horseshoes !

“All things hasten to decay; all fall; all perish; all come to an end. Man dieth, iron consumeth, wood decayeth; towers crumble, strong walls fall down, the rose withereth away; the war-horse waxeth feeble, gay trappings grow old; all the works of men’s hands perish. Thus we are taught that all die, both clerk and lay; and short would be the fame of any after death, if their history did not endure by being written in the book of the clerk.”

That’s my husband…I’m his #1 Cheerleader ,

I think to Opal, you’ve got the stubborn old man part down pat…

Earl is never getting old….

WAYYYYYY ahead of ya..!!!!!

Yep.

I don’t want to be remembered at all, because everyone who could possibly have known me died first.

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more ! Macbeth!

“I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying. I don’t want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.”― Woody Allen

Love it!

What I don’t want said,“It’s a shame her paintings didn’t become valuable, until she died.”

Keith Richards or Betty White.

As long as those dudes can play horseshoes, well, they prolly ain’t close to dead yet.

So far, so good.

Sounds good to me

Many a grave has written on the stone, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN but with a cedar tree growing from the middle of the grave, implying the deceased may actually have been forgotten…unless he WANTED a cedar tree growing on his grave.

My brother says what he wants on his is, I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK!!

Were I not so cheap, I would letter an old marker we have around the house to say

DAVID HUIE GREEN

1954 — 202

GONE AND FORGOTTEN

and leave the final year blank.

I know I have 3 friends who’ll care I’m gone. And my wife but no other family. Kind of sad.

“We’re old, grey, in the way and HERE TO STAY!”