joke of the day #3

It is with the saddest heart I pass on the following news. Please join me in remembering a great icon – the veteran Pillsbury spokesman, The Pillsbury Doughboy.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died recently of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. His exact expiry date cannot be determined.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, The California Raisins, Betty Crocker, The Hostess Twinkies, Mr. Goodbar, Three Musketeers, Count Chocula, Big Boy and Captain Crunch.
The gravesite was piled high with flours. As long-time friend, Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who never knew 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 halfbaked schemes. Despite being being a little flaky at times, he even still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millons.
Toward the end it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was no tart.
Doughboy is surved by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50. It lasted about twenty minutes.