LED Zeppelin.
Mount Rushmore.
I never heard the end of it.
The funeral director was asking us what we think Mum should wear in her casket.
Mum always loved to wear sarongs (fabric wraps that go around the torso and drape downward a bit like a long skirt would), so my uncle suggested that she wear a sarong in there.
The funeral director looked a bit confused, as did some of our family members, to which my uncle added:
"What's sarong with that?"
I started laughing like an idiot. He was proud of it too. The funeral director was rather shocked. We assured her, and our more proper relatives, that Mum would've absolutely loved the joke (which is very true).
His delivery was perfect. I'll never forget the risk he took. We sometimes recall the moment as a way help cushion the blows of the grieving process.
--Edit-- I appreciate the condolences. I'm doing well and the worst is behind me and my family. But thanks :)
--Edit-- Massive thanks for all the awards and kind words. And the puns! Love 'em.
I'll probably screw it up.
“I play a little guitar!"
An Orca-stra.
You have just staged a coupe.
I think he's a lyre.
... the lute!
Dim sum.
But accordion to album sales, Weird Al is richer.
The trombone... Wait... something isn’t right. They don’t have no lungs. So it has to be... the bonegos.
Please don’t resort to violins and anger if you don’t notice.
An orca-stra.
That was their whiputation
That they’re in to carpentry!
A can-dull.
He becomes Saxquatch
You can unscrew the light bulb.
A felonious trunk.
I can sleep with a light on.
They say its a nice light snack.
The C Bass.
Well, then I’d say you were a lyre.
A harmonica.
Dad: putting arm around his wife, both tearing up That's arson!
Many hands make light work.
And a one and a two, and a one, two, three,four.
He was really dis-organ-ized.
Many Tuba.
Your momma so fat, I could still see her
Stop-ku
It creates the right mooood
The sound from a pigeon on stage does not do this because of a coo sticks.
Because his door was a jar.
It was the Green Arrow.
...'' You see? Many hands make light work.''
The Akustic Guitar.
Who cares, we'll cry in the dark.
