I need a good slogan for my firm

Charming

Uk time...

Doing a dance on one shoe and his head stuck in his coat Pelly asked

Is that a typo , or do you mean I'm not repugnant yet ? You seem to never answer my questions , so leave it. I'm off .....

Apparently, you spend too much time with dead people. The foul smell surrounds you.

Thanks , you are right.  No , Dutch time I mean. They changed the clocks to winter-time last weekend and now I'm confused. The pub still opens at 21:00 and my friend will be there at about 22:00 .

Being repugnant is my way to keep people from liking me too much.

I would rather like you to comment on my subject than on my person. But of course , feel free to say whatever you want. Keep meandering freely through my thread , you are welcome. While you're at it , take some pictures of our mating habits instead of those of the birds.

The digging Dutchman ! It takes me to make a good slogan.

"Death where is thy sting?"

@mmuurrii :

You have a good ear for listening to the animals , as is evident from your avatar . There's one on your shoulder and for some unknown reason finished talking to you.

I like the line with the ape. I can strongly relate with it. Never knew I was prurient , had to look up the word in a book , just thought I was normal , maybe a little freudian .

You wrote : Slogan..... " Hurry up and die.  We want to eat your rotting flesh."

Your slogan ain't bad . It starts off well , not sure about the "eating the flesh" part. It might attracked the wrong clientele.

When there is a cold winter in Europe , we do indeed export some of our prime flesh to countries in need. We have to make some space and sell some fresh stiffs, the yards in Holland are small but we didn't have to start stacking them yet. What we actually bury in such case is a few dehydrated Jehovas mixed-up with some radioactive waste from the nearby hospital. Man's gotta earn his living. We use the same grave over and over again and now it lights up at night , an eerie bluish ray of light pointing upwards to the belt of Orion.

I'm having this thing with the word avatar too. It reminds me of a kind of alien or an anchient knight of some impure order. A deadly venereal disease of some type , the rich people's clap.

We UNDERTAKE to send you off in style.

"When you die, call us. We take care of the deaths."

"We need you to die ASAP."

Gone with the wind.

Could be a nice epitaph ... hm .. money .. Good idea , I'm going to be writing epitaphs as well. Any suggestions ? Can I hire or buy you-lou ?

Gone and still windy. Believe me , I can tell .

You hear them at night and you know you have to add a bucket of soil , potato peels and chicken-bones somewhere after breakfast. Some nights , the bastards ( especially the fresh ones) play close harmony and add to the already idyllic surrounding.

After filling the gabs , I warm-up and stuff some pets. I've got a beautiful stuffed chicken in my collection. It's a Californian-Florida hybrid formerly raised and adored by a weird woman who commutes by train.

" Here rests a man by the name of Pelly.

 He was shot in the head and twice in his belly.

 By a man called Foryou  , who had nonbetter to do

 Than to watch the nude girls on his telly. "

Ok,

I suggest the name " one for the road "

And for your tombstone

Here rests a man named Pelly13,

High on grass, more than a tat obscene.

Forget him fast, very embarassing, a real shame,

And only himself, was there to blame

Your aunt might look like Dracula,

We do make up with a spatula.

Cousin Tom could lose a few pounds?

We'll lipo-suck those unsightly mounds!

No money to bury the poor soul?

Don't worry, we stack 'em four to a hole!

Sometimes we bury someone alive,

Shallow graves give them a chance to survive.

Affraid the corpse will be lonely while waiting?

Pelly offers after life dating.

As you can see, there are many costs,

A mortician has to think out of the box!

Die now, pay later.

      "Nobody Gets Out Alive,

     So We'll Take Care of You."

"Here lies a poor man who's name was Dick

Who had , poor fellar , a corkscrew pr***

He spend his days in a restless hunt

To find a girl with a spiral c***

He finished his search in far Glamorgan

Where he found a girl with such an organ

But , at his wedding-night did he drop dead

Because he found she had a left-hand thread."

So far , I received a lot of usefull suggestions and almost all of you were most kind,helpfull and very creative.

Before this thread gets (got?!) derailed , i will summarize :

I asked for a slogan but also received a good firm-name and suggestions for epitaphs. So this is where I stand. I will rename the firm and call it "Pelly's Peace Parlor" .

The slogan , .... is still not clear. A lot of good candidates , tough competition.

What I DO know however , is that I will reorganize (fire) my entire staff and will contract (buy) the following people and scrible a rough task-list :

• Lou : Head of security , ladykiller , barkeeper .
• Learning : Bouncer , organist , in-da-house artist.
• Wolfbird : Jehovas consultance , tear-jerker , topless waitress
• Muri : Spiritual advisor , botanist and bee-keeper , chef du quisine.

Keep up the good job and thank you all.