Obitucrastinating

I didn’t even bother to write his obit. He’s dead and I’m still alive. What’s the point?

She waited until the funeral to write her own obit. Classic.

I’m still alive, but my obit is already on the internet. Someone’s got a problem.

He died and didn’t leave an obit. Typical.

She was too busy flirting with the pastor to write her own obit.

He didn’t even bother to write an obit. He just left a note that said ‘I’m dead, deal with it.’

He only cared about his own obit. The rest of us? Forgotten.

She didn’t write her own obit because she was too busy worrying about how hers would look.

He didn’t write an obit for his wife. He just left a note that said ‘She’s dead, I’m still alive.’

He was too busy cussing the pastor to write his own obit.

She didn’t write an obit because she was still mad about the last one.

He was too busy yelling about his obit to actually write it.

He was too busy fooling around to write his own obit.

She spent more time arguing with the printer than writing her obit.

He didn’t write an obit because he was still trying to figure out how to spell his own name.

He was too busy being a dingus to think about an obit.

She spent more time trying to figure out her own name than writing her obit.

He didn’t write his own obit because he was still trying to remember how to spell ‘obituary’.