Death at Easter

Should death ever be sent to the Refuse Bin?

Easter is an excellent time to talk about life, and death.
My number one man, Jesus, was crucified on Good Friday.

George, en route to the cattery in the sky

My number one cat, George, had a stroke, and is now walking round in circles, until the grim reaper calls.
My wife lined him a soft towel in a box, to die in.
He’s there now, patiently waiting.
When he goes I’ll bury him in my toolbox, in the garden.

Today I learn that former England captain Ray Wilkins has died of a heart problem, aged 61.

He was a gentleman as well as very gifted player.
And like Jesus and George, a loss to the world.
That’s where all three of them differ to Donald Trump.
 

Published by Rob

Now 70, I'm getting back into website development and brand protection, as well as showcasing the delightful artistic talents of my beautiful wife Lynne. My projection will encompass a lifetime of database marketing, as well as the Christian democratic socialist ideals of my wife and I.

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