hey whatever happened to old Eddy?
are you talking about ED U. Dead?
yeah that guy
he’s dead
obviously
no i mean his life concluded
oh I see. is he buried nearby?
I don’t know! he had such a stupid name they put the gravestone into the coffin with him!

^{this brief scene seems to indicate that the second speaker is knowledgeable about the locations of numerous individual graves, which is unusual, but not impossible.}

these remind me of the stuff I thought was clever when I was seven years old. at the back of every school bus was a so-labeled “Emergency Door.” I would point at it and say something like “get it? ’emergen-KEY door!” I can absolutely imagine myself drawing a gravestone that says “ED U. Dead” into one of my incomprehensible comic strips, and understanding so little about the world that I thought it might as well be inside a coffin.
A popular “joke” of the period was to refer to a non-existent book titled “The Yellow River,” ostensibly authored by a person named “I.P. Daily/Freely” but I presented a more accurate version by “P. Din Creek.” It didn’t matter to me that I had never heard of anyone named Creek or, outside of the Phantom Tollbooth, Din. A joke didn’t mean the same thing to me as anyone else, and nobody informed me of that, and I had to figure it out across 20 or soish years of being a complete loser, and bloom into a partial loser. I should feel inspired that somebody can live fully into adult-hood without determining what a joke is and still accumulate the competence to be able to afford and maintain a home. Or perhaps feel worried that there may be many of these people voting leaders into office, potentially being those leaders. Possibly I have even experienced unhinged, emoji-saturated lectures from some of them on facebook and youtube.

this one seems too rooted in reality. It isn’t dumb enough for it to be funny how funny it isn’t.

that is a bit worse, and consequently better, although I personally would have opted for “eatum bullet” or “biton bullet” or, if space permitted, “gottum shottum byum bullet”

oddly enough two weeks prior, the ED U. Dead stone was out in front on the ground next to Bob D. Headed and I was dismayed that it was gone when I returned to take a picture of it, then could not contain my amusement when I discovered it again, then more so after considering where it had relocated to.

this jovial grim reaper and meeply illustrated grave marker are disturbingly inspired, given the context. Unless I imagine that the skeleton handled all the decorating and wants to watch and see who is impressed, and then it all works. I accept that they are boneheads.