I seem to have been tripping over depressives recently. First, there was the 'Happy Feminist - not', but who is at least more cheerful now since she whacked me with her handbag. Then there was the 'Bondbloke' who belies his macho nom-de-keyboard by appearing to be utterly feeble if anyone criticises his rotten non-poetry. So I am doubly grateful to that 'Newky tyke', Will, for finding this obituary which is, I'm afraid to say, as hilarious as it is sad. If you're feeling low, read this and cheer yourself up!