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Friday, June 13, 2003


Waffle House funeral: What else can you say?
Clark's jacket was slung over his favorite chair, and black coffee, milk and cigarettes sat side by side on the counter, the way he always placed them.
I can't imagine what killed him: Daily dose of Waffle House food, or smoking.

I can't top the Fark headline:
Employees turn Waffle House into memorial for regular customer who died. Ashes were scattered, smothered, and covered in favorite parking spot.



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