Hm... I saw kathy... she was by my secretary.. She has to wait in purgatory...[the waiting room of hell]... Well... I hope she doesn't feel too bad... She's only number 269... [now serving number 12]... hehehe...
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Hm... I saw kathy... she was by my secretary.. She has to wait in purgatory...[the waiting room of hell]... Well... I hope she doesn't feel too bad... She's only number 269... [now serving number 12]... hehehe...
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Originally Posted by shinigami
Since purgatory isn't actually a waiting room in hell, I am ok with that. ;)
So how did Mil meet his demise? No worries, I will take care of the both of you... *laughs dementedly*Quote:
In Roman Catholic theology, Purgatory is a process of purification of the soul after death. It follows "the particular judgment", and is ordinarily a requirement before entry into Heaven.
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Shini and Mil went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Shini fell down and broke her crown
and Mil came tumbling after.
What is the lesson we have learned here? Drink bottled water!
What??? Oki...
Um.. Sure.. let me think of something better for our DEAR kathy here... Let meplot out..
To the PBM... Kill Kathy....
hah!
"finally kathy's dead.. and noone'll ever come to know what happened... wait let me hide this gun that fired turnips.. uh it's heavy! .. she asked for it" muahahaha..
~evil laugh~
We stood there.. Me and her.. holding hands and she.. she looked at me...
I was crying.. a tear came down hiting the fresh gravel.. ..
I looked down and the pain struck my heart again.. there it was laying before me.
And there she was.. looking at me With a Smiling Tears in her eye..
I fell to my knees as she let go of my hand leaving me there on her Grave looking at the little tear.. Smiling at me from the ground....
A lament for Weeping Willow.
willow got swept into an alternative universe, where willows are viciously hunted down and ... well, suffice it to say, this place doesn't have any willows left. As the only witness to this tragedy (having been swept away myself) I shake my fist in the air and vow revenge!!!
Here is where we first met.. there near that old oak..
And there is where we lay down on the grass letting the yellow sun to warm our hearts..
And there was when she stood in the rain.. waiting just for me...
And now.. all that's left is this little square of turnips..
And my memory of Kathy....
I Received a jacket with a turnip inside.
It's a sicilian message, Willow is sleeping with the turnips now.
It's been nice knowing you Willow, not to worry, you will be avenged.
Le mort de turnip:
Aimus, our dear friend. He went to that big turnip patch in the sky, dispatched there by an evil veggie queen.
All hail Kathy!!!! Grand high poobah of dispatching turnip headed young men named AimusSage ;) :lol: ;)
The turnip turned up, up, up...way up! If you look to Paradise and squint, you can just see that speck looking over the edge of the pail in the soul carrier's hand!
Multiple Ghost Sighting
Whateverville:__________A local man reports seeing a crowd of specters near here yesterday at sunset.
"I were passin' th' auld cem'tary ahind of th' auld Mil' place, when I seed a thin ghostie feller dashing crost th' bloomin' road! Fair gave me a fright, it did! Then, shave me 'ead and call me Baldy ef thar wharn't a 'ole bloody crowd uv 'em, roight ahind uv th' foist 'un!
"'Ere, ye git yerself back ter yer grave, twinty-fer", they sceeches, loike a bloody banshee! They vanishes in th' fog an' I 'eads t' th' nearst pub! Needed some strong stuff, I did!
"Naw, I ain't drunk, ner crazy."
The, ah, gentleman's story was confirmed by more reliable witnesses, so we believe he saw something. Then there was the footprints in the road near that old gaveyard.... :nod:
The person above me died in a fierce battle with one of the knights of Camelot. He was squashed with a dragons foot.
No one stirs and all are still
Gazing with amazement to a strange body
Strange but of human it was
Yes was for the sool left it already
Crached may be or squized who knows?
For it's split into parts, and steady
Froms it takes from time to time
And no one knows whose that body
"May be the above would answer" I thought
Till I discover he's the one who lost that body
Mistery is his death and I still wonder
Why his death is like nobody's
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for lost adilyoussef
For the rare and radiant youth whom the angels name adilyoussef
Nameless here forevermore.
Quoth the raven: adilyoussef bought the farm.
but who listens to ravens anyway?
Morte De Kathy
Kathy wrote her last obit,
In a charming parody of verse.
But the last time that I saw Kathy
She was riding in a hearse
Because she could not stop for Death,
His carriage stopped for maiden fair.
The jet-black horses drew them both
Off to who knows where
Death is not a unfair Lord,
All are treated equally.
You yourself may not have time for Death—
But Death will make time for thee.
So sound the knell of iron bell,
And drop a tear from your redden eyes.
Here's to the ones already dead:
And here's to the next one who dies...
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Pendragon