With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokie Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 93.
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in, and then the trouble started.
Oh come on, you know it's funny.
(Now I'm feeling guilty wondering if the guy really died and we're having a laugh at his expense.)
Update: I googled him. He died in '96 at the age of 83. The guilt is waning.