Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for October 22, 2018

Politician, or lawyer?

If you don’t want people dancing on your grave, try broken glass.

There is another option that he probably wouldn’t want either.

That must be a lawyer, politician or management.

Self-awareness rules out one guy at least!

He left woke in his wake!

Coiled razor wire on the step-over fencing: interesting and effectual message reinforcement.

There is a recent news story about a floor collapsing under dancers. Maybe he has a poor quality coffin because is wife is cheap.

Doesn’t say “No Spitting”

???

He must think there are a few who might joyful at his passing

My Grave site is established my future stepson already danced on it said I’m dancing on Your Grave that says I’m not there yet you’re dancing on dirt you won’t be smart enough to remember where it’s at when I’m gone

I think he’s past caring, frankly.

The barbed wire is a nice touch.

He should have added: “And NO Pi$$ing !”

He knew he was an a-hole, and proud of it. He did not leave a better world.

Can’t be trump’s grave, it’s not gold-plated…

I told all my likely survivors to do what they want with my body. I’ll be done with it by then. I recommend cremation.

I know where my grandparents are buried. I know where my parents are buried. I live in a totally different part of the country and have not been to any of the graves since the last person was put in it.

A drill sargent once asked if I was going to pee on his grave after his death. I replied “No, after I get out of the Army I’m never standing in long lines again.”

Everybody Wang Chung tonight…..

A large portion of our population are either not self aware at all or just barely even understand what the words mean.(and yes, I am placing DJT at the very top , using him as the example of someone who has zero self awareness.)

Well then. I guess this means the zombie mixer is right out.

I can’t dance.

Trump’s grave?

that, or he was Baptist…

Trump’s grave will have a mini version of The Wall around it, in order to prevent mass celebrations.

No reports of whether Mexico will pay for it.

Oh, there’s a few I’d like to dance on.

It’s Halloween – it’s time to do some horizontal mambo in the graveyard!

Moonwalkers need not apply.

On my grave I will have: I’d rather be breathing!

True story.

In 1958, Groucho Marx toured postwar Europe. During the tour, he stopped in the German town where his mother had grown up, and where her family was buried. When he got to the town cemetery, he found to his great dismay that the Jewish section of the cemetery had been destroyed in the ’30s or ’40s, as well as all records of them.

A few days later, Marx requested his driver take him to East Berlin (this in the days before the Berlin Wall was constructed) to see the ruins of the Führerbunker. 13 years after the end of the War, the bunker still lay in ruins. Groucho climbed to the top of the runs and did what a witness described as “a frenetic Charleston” for between one and two minutes, unsmiling, and when he came down, insisted that his party leave Germany ASAP.

We know now (and probably even then) that Hitler wasn’t buried there, but he DID die there, and Groucho did the next best thing to dancing on his grave.

As a Civil War buff living in Kansas, I know of a couple of college classmates who made the 80-mile pilgrimage to Richmond, MO and the grave of Bloody Bill Anderson, just to “donate” some memories there. They reminded me of the great line from the John Wayne movie, “The Shootist”: “The day they put you away, what I’m going to do over your grave won’t pass for roses.”

Your wife or everyone?