[Poejsic]

I feel as if I have been too harsh in regard to Budd. However, I still harbor a cultivated disdain for him. His ability to predict his next paristolic evacuation coupled with a penchant for announcing the same often left me cold. When asked to speak at his wake, I offered the following:

"As I surrender my world, a lozenge is a 'drop', no one has a telephone mounted on their kitchen wall. I can't say 'good morning' without being maligned. The use of a turn-signal is a lost art. And I have it out under my coat."

This was the best I could offer considering I didn't really like the guy.