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. The service was jam filled with dozens of celebrities turning out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Cap’n Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described the Doughboy as a man who never know 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 was still a crusty old man considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy was survived by his wife Play Dough, two children John and Jane, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 350 for about 20 minutes.
(Thanks Lorraine!)
