Enough was never enough…until it was too much
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Player away…
… Post and fold
here lies William Hickock.
1839-1876
survived by his three ex wives
who won’t be named
and dozens of children
many of whom do not know their father
except the one who he left on his birthday, August 8th.
I died on the table
going all in AK
three others joined me
thinking a low pair was the thing
The pot grew so fast
I didn’t have a chance for regret
I was an impulsive player
and I stuck with my bet
Got the Ace on the river
and my heart truly sank
since the beer put my heart meds
down into the tank.
I won a big fortune
but never filled out my will
so 1.2 million dollars
goes to the drunk dealer bill
She did say bingo players were killing her.
We just didn’t take her seriously until now.
At least now you can’t see my cards.
The donkey kicked me so hard " my eyes rolled" before I died
Busted out…
Do not be sad, all of it only was a freeroll, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I couldn’t bluff my way out of this
I guess I’m drawing dead.
Variance is tough and severe.
But when I heard myself breathe for the last time, it was the unique moment where I realized it had not been fair to me.
Whatta ya mean there’s no rebuys?!?
He should have taken the odds and stuck to playing Russian Roulette with Christopher Walken.
And of course, I am the bubble-boy.
He was drawing dead into a double gut-shot.
I used to play poker, now I play the harp.
{Not a contest entry–I’m just having fun thinking about the situation. Alan25main}
COURIER-MESSENGER, 31 Feb 201-, morning edition
Small Town Sticks Together in Aftermath of “Biggie” Betz Sudden Death.
Bradford “Biggie” Betz passed away last night while playing cards with friends at the AmVets Club in Oxford.
AmVets Club bar manager, Reggie Clave says “Biggie will be missed by lots of folks. He must’ve owed money to just about everybody here-abouts. I’ve got his IOU for $62 sitting on my office desk right now. I guess I can tear that one up. Everybody’s gonna be sad.”
Born in April, 1922, Biggie out-lived four ex-wives, two of whom he married twice. Asked why he kept getting married, he said he hated to be alone. “Even a bad spouse is better than no spouse,” he often said, “but they gotta be able to clean fish and cook.” None of the ex-wives have survived him. He had no children.
Funeral Director Mort N. Berrium of Peaceful Rest Funeral Parlor claimed he was authorized to say Biggie had mentioned wanting a “Viking funeral,” complete with a burning boat to carry his corpse out to sea but was afraid the wind might shift blowing the boat back into the bayou where the ‘gators would eat his remains. So, he’ll probably be cremated with the ashes spread in the AmVets parking lot. Mort says if anyone wants to put their IOUs into Biggie’s shirt pocket before the cremation, he’ll burn them, too, at no extra charge.
Lukan C. Dedder, County Coroner, said Biggie’s cause of death is still uncertain, but is believed to be that he choked on a huge wad of chewing tobacco when he filled a straight flush at draw poker. Since he didn’t call the bet, his hand was declared dead and two pairs took the pot.
Director Berrium says the arrangements are incomplete pending the Coroner’s findings.
This story will be updated as more information becomes available.
Here lies Hero who crash landed American Airlines on the river. All survived but the piolet.
Hero’s swimming with the fishes!