We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.
did you hear about the italian chef who died?
he pasta way
he just ran out of thyme
here today, gone tomato
his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it
we never sausage a tragedy coming
ashes to ashes, crust to crust
there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world
Book borrowing is the biggest form of true love it’s like, “here’s a piece of my soul that I think you would enjoy”