The King of Mugging has succumbed
To one last pratfall dire.
Sing his praise with loud kazoo,
and not a classy lyre.
The heart of a buffoon is brave,
To seek elusive laughter.
And now we have one less tomfool --
He’s tummling in the hereafter.
Clouds of popcorn waft thee up
To cinema’s Valhalla --
And tell old Dean we miss him, too;
The world is now much smalla.
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