It is with great regret that we announce the passing of beloved citizen Com N. Decency (originally Com N. Sense, Jr.) on November 8, 2016. He was poisoned in his sleep, left to die a slow and painful death. His final words were “Don’t punish my murderer too harshly. You must pity those who are so sick as to commit such a deed.”
Though his killer has yet to be identified, one suspect has been quoted as saying that it is a “bigly good thing that the world is rid of [that] dangerous character. Bigly!” He has since denied ever saying such a thing.
The child of Com N. Sense, Sr., and Kind Ness, Com N. Decency was well known for his gentlemanly behavior and use of sound logic during the most stressful of times.
Although he has been absent from the public eye since November 7, 2000, Com N. Decency’s contributions to the world will always outshine what he did not get to do. This quiet, sometimes underrated fellow never failed to make the world a better place. His ability to put a stop to even the most heated of arguments has been touted by grandparents and parents for generations. His influence truly is timeless and hopefully will not be forgotten.
He has no living survivors.
Author’s Note: This is my attempt at humor (which may or may not have landed) and at RM Stockton’s obituary challenge, which you can find here:
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A brilliant tribute to one who is sorely missed. Well done, Stephanie!
So clever, Stephanie, and so well written! I love how he was originally "Com N Sense" turned "Com N Decency." I want a full biography now, to figure out why he changed his name...
I heard there's a bastard child called Com P Assion, who's heart is in the right place at least.
🤣 LOL! This is hilarious, yet sadly true. Well done, Stephanie! Very well written. No living survivors! 🤣 He will be deeply missed. My condolences.
Hahahahahahahahahah omgggg that was hilarious! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 it's so sad that he has no living survivors. We're doomed! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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