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Gandalf thought that Adil was getting wiser than him so he said this thing to Adil and Adil who was unable to bear his master in pain said that he would die to make his master Gandalf happy and thus, poor Adil committed sucide. (silly story...can't come up with a better one)
Lament and Mourn, oh, LitNet Members, for Our Little Blue Bird of Happiness has flown into the sunset, leaving but a few feathers to remind us of her passing... http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/traurig/k030.gif
:lol: It was rather a beautiful story Glady. I like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pensive
adilyoussef was tragically stomped to death by an ent.
TB, The Great One, though highly intelligent and a general genius, had the unforunate problem of memory lapse, as demonstrated in his above obit where he killed off the wrong man by mistake, Adil just popping in to make a comment on another person's writing. Pendragon was the intended target for the evening. It was this absent-mindedness that made TB the Great One forget that the elevator in his office building was out of order. He pressed the button, stepped forward reading his Wall Street Journal, and fell fifty floors to his demise. A co-worker claimed to have hear him say as he plunged out of sight: "Maybe I should tie a string around my finger or something?"
Pendragon was a great friend ...he shared his supply of smilies bt this was his downfall. A madly excitable smilie fan was soo happy with his gift that she sent a massive army of smilie hugs via th einternet wich squeezed him to death.:(
A rare and poisonous plant withered just a few minutes ago. The plant has yet to be indentified. Scientists think that the plant either died from a malfunction of it's poisoning system or from exhausting itself into withers by converting all it's energy into smiles. Some think it was a combination of both. More details to follow in the evening news.
RJbibliophil got hit by a bus.
So did the above
Chava got poached.
TB got lost in a tall building after becoming confused over the lack of a thirteenth floor and eventually starved to death riding the elevator up and down, up and down, up and... ;)
Pendragon waited and waited in the waiting room at the power plant. Bored to death, he said, "I'm leaving!", and scared the receptionist to death.
Mil was crushed to death under the heavy burden of the Roman Numerals he was forced to bear. When the stone carver was presented with the name to carve upon his tombstone, he immediately turned in his resignation. http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/traurig/d020.gif
I was inspired by Edward Gorey's The Gashlycrumb Tinies...
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"P" is for Pendragon, gobbled by goats.
Here I come back again
To make an obit for a friend.
A friend was a friend and still be
Although death took her away from me.
How I'd like to know her more
But death took her of yore.
I've known her long ago in those time
Where we used to drink lime,
Now I'm old as her memory that I cary
All my life with me when she used to be merry.
She was dead 'coz of an accident
Caused by careless dranken and all were indifferent,
Except me who saw her dayning
Looking to the sky and with pain was crying.
I knew her just in that moment of pain
And since then her name like a refrain
In my ears was sung and would not drain.
Now in the ground she is buried
And in my thought her memory is carried
Throughout my life and I feel pity
For I lost my dearest Kathy
A train leaves New York at 9:15 am and is travelling at 45 mph. Another train leaves Boston at 9:45 am and is travelling at 67 mph. If adilyoussef is on the tracks, at what time while his demise occur?
K is for Kathy, killed by a villain in a video game....(touché, mademoiselle)
Pen's Guardian Angel said, "You never call, you never write, but today you're going to see where I go and what I do!"
Alas, poor Mililalils! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...
Dear Kathy,
I know your ghost may not be permitted to lift up this letter, but I think you can see it and read it anyway. In fact, I think your ghost stood beside me correcting all my spelling mistakes and guiding my tears to wet this letter, as I sounded out the syllables with each sighing breath.
I am sorry I didn't make it to your funeral, as I was supposed to give the Eulogy. I lament that you thought I was dead and died of a broken heart.
Sincerely, Mililalil
p.s., I'll try to make it to your next funeral.
Dirge for Mil XXIV
Hark, now! List to yon toll of that iron bell?
Doesth thou know what it be saying?
Its iron throat gives voice that Goodman Mil
Is past the point of human hand saving!
Alas, alas. I knew Mil quite well, my friend,
And his kith and kin afore him!
T'will be marker number twenty-four I ween,
And pray God there be nay more of them!
From Mil the first to Mil the twenty-third—
They lie there, all in a row.
My father's father's father's great-grandfather buried the first,
I must consign this last one to Mother Earth.
Ah, poor lad—he never married:
So there'll be no Mil twenty-five to carry!
Pendragon
Pendragon and Kathy drove down the road
They heard a strange noise, it sounded like "spleeph"
They had squashed a toad
Pendragon collapsed, prostrate with grief...
Kathy drove off, Pendragon-lessly
:) :)
The day dream cleared, but not that feared
about that mortal Kathy whose time had appeared:
in casket waiting, from basket saying,
"I held on until you got here to fulfill your Eulogy".
There were twenty-four Mililalils
All standing in a line:
But all of have kicked the bucket,
So forget number twenty-five!
Pen Dragon the Other,
Enfolded and enfolds,
Nether neither with rider,
Dragon pen, or swords.
Ribbons filled with foldings,
Against the tropyh stars,
Gathering a holding
Only carried in the cars
Not like the hearse that sped ahead.
Our own dear friend Mililalil XXIV went to that big Lit Net forum in the sky. He was overcome by a rare and exotic disease known as:
Kathleen's Glurgy Syndrome
Cause: thinking too hard
Symptoms: red eye, sarcasm, insatiable chocolate cravings and hair tangling.
Sadly this illness could have been cured but for a complication arising from the super abundance of the letter "L" in the dearly departed's name.
Kathy,
dearest Kathy!
Let me remind you of the way you slipped out of life's trying party on earth:
you were invited to the king's palace.
When you arrived and stood before the great door of saffire enameled cherry wood and watching lilly gems,
you were nervous - so very nervous.
Finally you knocked and were let in.
The king showed you around the castle - up the stairs you both went:
higher and higher, until you cornered a shooting star flanked with an aurora, which at some point the ever-circling wall of the winding staircase had blended into. You took one step into heaven, and fell not - nor returned to the company of mortals.
mil,
your nth death.
this time you died because of dying. there is a new disease. a person can only die a limited number of times, but this limit varies from person to person and from 'post-living citizen' to 'post-living citizen'. you are nearing the limit and because of this your deaths are becoming more frequent.
(do i make any sense??)
Amanda knew her first death wouldn't be her last, based on my death-defying life. This observation didn't alone suffice to prepare her for dying, but she trusted that I know how it's done, and how to create need for future trials with this sort of thing. When I was just about to die, she ran up and grabbed my wrist, and said, "Hold it! Might I come with you just this once? You know your way back from death pretty well, so I think it would be educational just to come along with you in one of the remaining appointments with death. That way I'll know how it's done, and I will no longer fear the deaths."
I knodded, and showed her all the mechanisms behind the scenes of death. She was amazed how quickly the toure flowed, and said, "Woah! This must be the part you love best!" I replied, "Yes, I never stay dead! But oh how you're grip has increased around my wrist! You no longer suffer rigor mortis - but, if you'll loosen your death hold on me, I'll give you this here cane to lean on. You must be shaken up after having died and all."
She didn't need the cane, but was hungry. We both expressed the same thought at the same instant:
"No burgers for me! What if the cow comes back to life in my digestive system?"
Mililalil tottered out of his coffin and grinned fiercely at Dr. Van Helsing. "You can never kill me! I am immortal and I will suck the ...agggggggggh"
Van Helsing smiled down at the dusty remains and said "I am so glad I thought of the holy water balloons".
Kathy was driving along in her car without Pendragon, whom she had allowed to bounce out to his assumed doom. Now as the last remains of her ashes float into the evening breeze, her last words echo: "I forgot that Dragons could fly!" Tsk.
You know, I like this game. It makes you think a little...
Does anyone remember the Beverly Hillbillies TV program? And the theme song? Sing this song with me, ok?
Come and listen to a story about a man named Pen-Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was shootin at some food
And up through the ground came a bubblin' crude
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea
Sadly to say the story ends here
Ol' Pen-Jed got oil in his ear
He ran off to tell his best friend Dave
Next thing you know, poor Pen is in his grave!
Young Kathy-May, hearing of her uncle's demise - for she had no oil in her ears! - couldn't bear the bad tiding. She knelt down and offered up the ghost in lamenting her Pen-pal. Just as she was giving up the ghost, Romeo stumbled upon her and was held up long enough in trying to resucitate her that Juliette awoke, laid around until she got a neck ache, became bored, and went shopping. Then she came and found her true love still alive and trying to revive Kathy. She didn't know whether to ask him what he was doing or how he liked her red shoe best. The end!
The Haunting of Mil
Mil twenty-four turned around to see just why
The chamber grew so chilly just behind him.
And what should meet his jaundiced eye—
But twenty-three more Mils come to find him!
"Dash rot it all!" The First one moaned
Why must you be such a bleeding bother?”
"Quite right!" "Indeed, indeed." the others all groaned,
"Ye have no right to disturb our rest and slumber!"
"But what have I done to harm you all?" Cried poor Mil,
"I never have yet disquieted your sleep in your earthen beds!"
"You're a troublemaker, me lad, and here's the truth for real:
The bloody problem is, lad, you won't stay dead!
And we won't stand for such highfaluting nonsensical ways:
Grab him boys! This time we'll make blame sure he stays in his grave!"
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Pendragon
I, Mililalil the everliving 24th, put PenDragon under the covers of my bed as a decoy, and made haste to the gate where Kathy was on cue, as my getaway girl. She dropped me off at the base of my hill, and, still retaining a little ghostliness, until noon, I scared the steward of the hill off.
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Le mort de Mililalil...
I flipped open my copy of the "Los Angeles Bumbler". Stunned, I read the frontpage newstory. "Actor Tony Danza facing manslaughter charges after the accidental slaying of his best friend and muse Mililalil XXIV. Apparently, Mililalil entered Danza's home in the early morning hours of May 23rd and was mistaken for a female stalker, who had been harassing Danza recently."
The seasons changed places in the waltz, and I, entering the time to play the Muse of Tragedy, sang Kathy's favorite swan song. Utter delight was hers, as petals raining down upon her eyelids from the heavens, in hearing my music. She fell into a very great sleep, and all her fans mourned her departure, as she passed ever so Peacefully.
The Haunting of Mil Continued
Well, since the dead Mil XXIV refuses to stay buried
The others are angry and chasing after him far and wide:
From mountains and hill, to the ocean they've hurried,
All screeching "Come on boy! Give it up! You have died!"
But Mil chooses to wander the world as a wraith,
A zombie, undead, unnaturally alive.
When he could sleep so quietly in the soft earth of a grave,
With flowers above him and no fear of sunrise.
Thinks he that those that chase him will ever be sated,
Until he gives in and takes him place among the rest?
His arguing is what keeps their own peace belated,
And the dead do not tire, in their unending quest.
Give it up, Mil! Face the final truth of your condition:
Your life has expired, and they do not give extensions!
Pendragon
Pendragon, sometime keeper of the hill, and all around good egg. How to describe the "demise" of such a fine fellow?
Pen travelled back in time, but miscalculated and found himself on the Titanic during an epic battle with an iceberg. Grieving our pal, Mililalil and I sing him to his rest...
"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go ooooonnnn"
Kathy was standing, minding her own business, in her front yard, when Tony Danza's car crashed into her lawn. Her dad was on his way out to surmise the commotion, but it was too late:
for Kathy's eyes had lingered to long in the seeming heaven of Tony's gaze, and she could no longer find contentment with the lesser things of this world. She passed blissfully into the hereafter, and was delighted to see the Danza at her funeral.