Please help plant Billy Carl. He’s getting ripe 30 days after his poor choice.
https://www.gofundme.com/billy-raines-burial
From link:
“I couldn’t imagine what y’all are going threw.” Hmmm.
Very sad.
If I should win the JackPot tonight, I will contribute [pay in full all funeral expenses] @ ‘the saddest ever FundMe account I have ever seen’.
If I should not win the Powerball tonight Billy, hey, well, too bad.
What made the GFM appeal heartbreaking for me was the photo at some wee lads’ Kindy Graduation.
The kid was obviously as happy as a clam, and uncle Bill was just as obviously twacked outta hiz shiznit. Very sad.
The young lad learned many lessons =
* life v. death
* sobriety v. addiction
* criminality v. law abidance
* women v. psychobitch trailer trash demonic whores
May Billy’s legacy be that young lad in the photo with him rising above every obstacle!
These young’uns suffer simply by living in close proximity to such people. Did I mention how sad that makes me?
Pray for our youth.
Evocative snips from "Poor Jud is Daid" (Oklahoma):
Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
All gather round his coffin now and cry
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old
Oh why did such a feller have to die?
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest
His fingernails have never been so clean
His friends are weepin' wail for miles around
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a different smell
Because poor Jud is underneath the ground
He's lookin' oh so purty and so nice
He looks like he's asleep
It's a shame that he won't keep
But it's summer and we're runnin' out a' ice