One of my life’s ambitions has always been to leave a word, or especially an aphorism, to the English language.
It’d seem that according to at least one source, I’m on my way. One of my aphorisms has turned up on a list (OK, a website) amid Euripides, Benjamin Franklin, Somerset Maugham, Stalin, Oscar Wilde, Stalin…
Oddly, it’s a toss-off from the blog some time ago:
When I die, I’d like to be scattered over my hometown. But not, like, cremated or anything.–Mitch Berg
A quick vanity-google shows that the saying has popped up in a whole bunch of places – including the chapter heading of a book.
Wow. The mission is proceeding apace.
That is an extremely funny quote.
After a family funeral, as we were each of us talking about our own final preferences,
in response to my saying I would prefer to be cremated…
my favorite in-law asked the question “Do we have to wait until you’re dead first?”
In reply to which I told the old iron-curtain / cold war joke about the people in the eastern bloc countries, when asked if they considered the soviets more like friends or more like family? The answer was “Family of course…. your friends you select.”
Cremated or ….. chopped fine? ew….or cremated, and distributed, so to speak, lets hope all of the choices are distantly in the future.
I have my own quote that I’ve “come up with” before I lay claim to it I want to make sure its not already out there.
I don’t know that I want to be “credited” with coining the phrase, but I’ve been calling obviously fraudulent data a “rectal data extraction” for a while now. (nicer way of saying “pulling numbers out of your ***”)
Maybe we could rename Obama’s chief of staff the “RDE Czar”?