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Here's a Challenge! idea sent in by JenEllen -- Gobbler's Gone For Good: Cemetery Turkey Is Laid To Rest - Death Is Not Due To Fowl Play -- (Spokane, WA) When a tom turkey strutted onto a cemetery just before Thanksgiving, people figured he was either a farm escapee trying to avoid ending up the centerpiece of a holiday dinner ir a wild bird just passing through.  But the bird that became known as Martin A Gobbler remained for good, and he hardly overstayed his welcome.  The turkey - eventually determined to be wild - took up residence for seven months, adding unsuspected levity to graveside services.  The gobbler also attracted gawkers who came to see him chase cars in the parkinglot and fend off the ducks who invaded what he considered his turf.  Martin died June 24th, and got a farewell fit for a creature far higher on the food chain.  The bird, believed to be around a year old, was found dead on the grounds with no obvious signs of trauma.  The memorial drew about 50 people and featured an altar, photo, and flowers with an attached note "Your gobble will be missed."  The turkey's cremated remains are stored in a small blue urn in the office of the funeral director while they plan to incorporate them into a monument featuring a bronze turkey statue placed near the office entrance.  The cemetery owner believes Martin's biggest burden in life was his apparent inability to find a mate.  Staff never saw a hen on the grounds, and Martin's flamboyant displays of strutting and pecking car tires were merely for human consumption.  "He didn't enjoy his life of celibacy at all" stated the groundskeeper  "He would get all fluffed up and parade around here like he owned the place.  He was trying to attract a mate and there were none to attract."


Celibate Celebrity by MMario
(Tune:  A Lonely Little Petunia)

He was a celibate celebrity at Forest Lawn
Forest Lawn
Forest Lawn
He was a celibate celebrity at Forest Lawn
And all he did was strut all day!
Gobble, gobble
But now he is gone, so they've cast him in bronze!
Gob-ble!

He came upon them suddenly
In November of the year
A cause for much frivolity
Amusement and good cheer
They suspected him a runaway
Or a stranger passing through
But when he stayed and settled down
'Twas nothing they could do.

Chorus

They called him Martin A.
When they passed him at his work
As he chased the ducks and pigeons
That dared tresspass and lurk
And the services at graveside
Were not so grave as that
When Martin A. amused them
With a fluffed out feather act.

Chorus

He was born to grace a table
On a platter trim and gay
Of some important personage
On a Thanksgiving Day
But now his urn of cobalt blue
Upon the mantle sits and waits
Until a fitting statue
Is erected for its place

Chorus

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