Great Obit: Mickey Spillane and Robert Brooks

[Zeno]

The Economist printed this Obit, well worth a read:Mickey and Robert bit the dust, boots on. [Robert Brooks owned Hooters]


The obit ends wisely:


Wholesomely, a waitress approached him. Her orange crotch was on a level with his chin, and her legs went on and on. “What'll you have?” she asked him.

“Anything you've got, honey.”

The menu offered a Gourmet Chicken Wing Dinner: 20 wings and a bottle of Dom Perignon. Or an Oyster Roast: “Shuck at your own risk”. He ordered the Chicken Wing Dinner with secret sauce.

“Breaded or naked?”

He liked this place.

When his beer came, in a cold, wet pitcher, he and his mystery companion drank a toast to Bob Brooks. All around them, happy jocks were doing the same. Mike Hammer smiled. Only yesterday he had kicked in a door at the top of a dark staircase, knocked an attacker to the floor, kicked him in the stomach, crunched his teeth one by one and then allowed a beautiful brunette, naked under an evening gown, to leave unmolested by the fire escape. Now he could almost forget that he was still on the job.

But he did not forget. As he left he slid into his newspaper a Hooters menu, damp but intact. Inside it, courtesy of his mystery companion, lay the recipe for the secret sauce. Adjusting his rod under his ice-cool armpit, he made for the door.