...in our small town that voted 70% for Trump. He wrote his own obituary five years before his unexpected and sudden death. His wife discovered it in his papers and published it in our little beach town's weekly paper:
"Pete ______ _____ bit the dirt on March ___ ___ He had bitten it before but this time the word was, he wasnt getting back up.
He was born in a little tar paper shack that he built himself. It would be years from that date before he learned to walk, speak, and eat with utensils. Though he would never achieve much in terms of fame and fortune, he was always proud that he had pretty hair
Called Peeto nearly from birth, he dropped the o and began going by Pete most of his life, and El Tigre Blanco by the Mexican workers he dearly loved at his favorite restaurant.
Because of his eclectic constitution, and a short attention span, he engaged in several occupations is his life. While some of them were mildly successful, most of the time he just ended up stomping the equipment into little pieces kicking them to the wind and walking away. He was at different times a carpenter, musician, waiter, insurance salesman, bureaucrat, nightclub owner and construction company guy.
There were other careers not listed because they were illegal, immoral or just dont look good on paper.
He was loved by his dogs and some small children and hated by some of his former love interests, jealous rivals and most people with little sisters.
In lieu of spending your money on something stupid like flowers. Pete would have rather you give a dog a tennis ball or take some young kids fishing."