Huddle Halloween Epitaphs...

[Mr. Scot]

Here lies Mr Scot.

Does it surprise us he's dead? Probably not.

Some say it was saltman, some say it was terrorists,

I say it's obvious, he was offed by his parrots.

Probably

Putting it in my will that I want stereo speakers attached to a pressure sensor buried just beneath the surface of my grave.

If someone walks across it, I want it to activate a recording of my voice yelling "Hey! Do ya mind?" :eek:

[CLTPanther]

The year was 2008

The huddle forum was running great

In came the crash to which the forum sank

So all we signed off to go smoke some dank

[Skew]

He lies the man we knew as ClayJ.

In a glass coffin, he wanted it that way.

Told us he was leaving, in a thread, one day.

All because someone said he liked little boys and he was gay.

[Jase]

Here lies the true king of parody threads,

also of sailing, prank PMs, and parrotheads;

Died of depression, did this man named Skew,

If you looked like Cyberjag, wouldn't you too?

[Mr. Scot]

The way things are going, my actual epitaph will probably read as follows...

GO BUCS!!!

(I lost a bet)

[Matt Foley]

Yes, that is Mintal, she sobbed, solemnly

To me it looked just like Wilford Brimley

Without that trademark moustache to greet us

Poor old guy died of dia-beet-us

[Jase]

Here we lay our friend, lady Boo

She was loved, honorable, and graceful, too.

We'll remember her as charming,

We'll remember her as sweet,

But mostly for all,

We'll remember her feet.

[TarPanther9180]

Here lies our friend, Panthro

Wouldn't resist a fake breasted ho

However, he would make me lol like a child

Because he didn't know Survivorman was better than Man vs Wild.

[Zod]

Here lies our Jase

So innocent, so dear

he is buried face down

still taking it in the rear

[dimbee]

Here lies Epistaxis

With a dental pick, he's a regular Crixus

Gladiating gum disease and plaque

With a hot AZN in the sack

Oh, and fug the Pack

[Jase]

Here lies one of the great benevolent leaders,

Left often his family to fellate strange peters.

His parenting style, backwards was Zod's:

"Spare the child, spoil the rods".

[pstall]

at rest is our man skew

monthly checks from the govt he once drew

tired of the ocean and her incessant roar

he lies in wake on the oceans floor

[pstall]

here likes james tiberius kirk

he thought sulu a feminie twerp

wanted more from power from his friend scotty

is now recycled with matter in our potty

[Kurb]

Here lies out Dear Pstall,

Father and friend to all.

Sadly was never correct,

about when the DOW would fall.