Bruce "Funny Britches" Maverick was found dead last night still clutching the Dictaphone that recorded his last words. The legendary spoof writer will leave a great hole in the fabric of laughter.
The police coroner reports that "Funny Britches" was probably caught up in a hilarity feedback loop. A joke disposal team are currently making his Dictaphone safe. He was one of those with a rare talent that made his humor dangerous.
He always said that he wanted his obituary to be written within the pages of this journal by someone who would not be funny. He left instructions that I, as one of his close friends, should write it. Even though it says at the bottom of this page that this story is fictitious, it is all too tragically true. I ask you, dear reader, out of respect for him, not to laugh when reading his story.
"Funny Britches" was born in 1956 in a traveling circus. His mother was a bearded lady, and his father an acrobat. He ran away from the circus at the age of twelve to lead a normal life. He learned the art of being "economic" with the truth when writing TV adverts.
In his twenties, he discovered that he had a talent for comedy. "Why Greed is Good and Gluttony is Better" catapulted him to stardom in the eighties. Private Sigh and Glad Magazine pleaded with him to write for them, but he refused. He didn't want to write for "The Man" as he put it.
Bruce "Funny Britches" Maverick will be fondly remembered.
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