Date: Thu, 10 Aug 1995 14:36:22 -0400
From:DrBubonic@aol.com
To: deviants@csv.warwick.ac.uk
Subject: I Made Money From Mr. Garcia's Death

In 1991 I lived in a co-op at college.  It only cost 200 bucks a month
including food.  This was good.  Unfortunately, with the co-op came a bunch
of annoying hippies.  one day, I goaded them by saying Jerry was going to die
any day now.
"No way," said one particular guy who used to like to cook naked, "Jerry's
cleaned up, man!" I informed him I was so confident that Jerry would die, I
bet him 100 dollars that Jerry would die before George Burns.

And now, I won.

It was a longshot, granted, with Burns clocking in at 99 years old, but I was
confident he had signed some sort of contract with satan after the Oh, God
movies, and would be around for some time.  But he made it, although I was a
bit frightened when he went to the hospital last year for minor surgery.

Long Live Lord Burns!

Now if I could just find that stinkin' hippie.  I doubt he has the money
anyway.