If you've been following the last couple of posts, you know that 3 tamales went missing while traveling across country to start a new life on the East Coast. A nationwide alert was sent out about them. Fortunately, the lads were located when we were informed that the Post Office was holding them incommunicado & for ransom.
Unfortunately, as with all tamalenappers, the dastardly Post Office was given their ill-gotten ransom & then proceeded to kill the poor lads. They were found dehydrated & their bodies were beginning to rot. A sad ending for 3 so young & tasty, so full of hope & promise.
A private viewing was held for the dearly departed & then they were put into their final resting place. John Kerry summed it up at the service when he said, "How do you ask a tamale to be the last tamale to die in the Post Office? How do you ask a tamale to be the last tamale to die for a mistake?" John, you brought tears to our eyes with your moving eulogy, although we seem to have heard this before some where. As comfort, we know that these 3 heros are looking down from tamale heaven, each one surrounded by 72 virgin tamales.
If tamales had lips they would be smiling. They have found Paradise.
....from sea to shining sea