Reading all this I decided to write my obituary.
What do ya'll think?
The Grim Reaper took Kevin Smith by the hand kicking and screaming Saturday evening after a lifetime of medical maladys that baffled physicians and his wife Edith of 40 agonizing years.
Kevin suffered from extreme flatulence and recently retired from DuPont working in the hydrogen sulfide division.
Kevin met Edith while visiting Barnum & Bailey since she had hypertrichosis, no sense of smell and was deaf. Understandable that Edith was Kevin's first relationship.
He leaves to mourn "Plasti Swat" his bearded lizard, his collection of electric shavers and a worn out La-Z-Boy recliner since he had Kleine-Levin Syndrome as well as Cotard delusion which explains why Edith waited so long before calling for assistance as well as being deaf and not remembering the number for 911.
Kevin was proud to tell about the day he cleared out Yankee Stadium with his trimethylaminuria, even proudest since he could pronounce it.
In a large crowd Kevin would grab women blaming it on Alien Hand Syndrome so the doctors suggested he take up painting where he developed symptoms of Stendahl's Syndrome.
He decided to vacation once in Papua New Guinea and back home couldn't stop laughing. He was finally diagnosed with Kuru after revealing having brains & eggs for breakfast.
Kevin led an interesting albeit boring life and thankfully Earth will be a more fragrant place from his demise.
Family will receive guests at the deceased home...please wear a mask you'll thank Edith later. Kevin will be cremated and guests will be served Edith's smoked salmon hors d'oeuvres.