Death of a Dough Boy

My sister-in-law sent me an email obituary.She knew I would be interested. We are getting to the age when people we know are dying.  And while we don't always know them well, still, deaths should be remembered.  It reminds us of how long we have lived and that one day all our friends will be gone from this earth.

Obituaries are not always completely accurate.  Just like our lives, people may not remember every detail.  But they will remember that they loved you. Please join me in remembering a great icon of the cooking community.


 The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly.  

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.  

Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. 

The grave site was piled high with flours. 

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.  

Born and bread in Minnesota, 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 half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. 

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey 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 for about 20 minutes. 

If you smiled, please rise to the occasion and pass it on to someone having a crumby day and kneads a lift.


Happy April Fool's Day from The Water Is Smiling!