Wow. When I die, I want my obituary to be this cool (via TBogg):

When Sally Baron’s family wrote her obituary, they described a northern Wisconsin woman who raised six children and took care of her husband after he was crushed in a mining accident.

She had moved to Stoughton seven years ago to be closer to her children and was 71 when she died Monday after struggling to recuperate from heart surgery. Her family had come to the question of what might be a fitting tribute to her.
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Almost in unison, what her children decided to include in the obituary was this: “Memorials in her honor can be made to any organization working for the removal of President Bush.”

“She thought he was a liar,” Baron’s daughter, Maureen Bettilyon, said. “I think his personality, just standing there with that smirk on his face, and acting like he’s this holy Christian, that’s what really got her.”
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“She’d always watch CNN, C-SPAN, and you know, she’d just swear at the TV and say ‘Oh, Bush, he’s such a whistle ass!’ She’d just get so mad,” Bettilyon said.

I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize in advance to all my friends and family, because I know I’m going to start completely overusing the term “whistle ass”. When “whistle ass” becomes one of the highlights of my otherwise limited and pedestrian vocabulary, I know I’m going to misinterpret your polite chuckles as an affirmation that it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. That’s unfair to everyone. So please believe me when I say I’m sincerely sorry for being such a whistle ass.