Pizza Pizza

Here's a text message exchange between me (Tim) and my brother Jeff. To get the humor, you must understand that after his wife, son, and place in the LMU Baseball record books for most career hit batsmen by a pitcher, Jeff's most prized possession is his new pizza oven which he slaves over during gatherings and pumps out home made pizzas all party long. And his signature pizza involves cooking an egg in the center, Italian-style.

TIM: Had a dream you died last night. Very sad. I love you, man.

JEFF: Thanks bro

TIM: Can I have the pizza oven?

JEFF: Would you want it? I mean, I assume that in one way or another it was the cause of death

TIM: Actually, it was used in your cremation so you can keep it

JEFF: Ohh, I need to amend my will to make sure I'm cremated in it

TIM: Haha...yeah, with an egg on top


Meredith later suggested the epitaph read: REST IN PIZZA