Dead men walking

Scarcity of space at Taunton is a grave matter for Somerset. Literally, as in order to make the county ground larger and create more room for Marcus Trescothick's meaty biffing, the county has gained permission from the Bishop of Bath and Wells to purchase part of the adjacent cemetery and move the long deceased inhabitants to a communal mound grave.

Since The Times is a serious and highbrow newspaper, we would normally be above any puerile punning about the deceased but since this blog borrows much of its attempts at humour from Radio 4's I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue, it is perhaps time to follow in the spirit of Graeme Garden et al and announce the late arrivals at cricket's funeral ball:

David Graveney, Tomb Moody, Kapil Death, Derek Undertaker, John Embalmery, Greg Chapel, Ken Buryington, Adam Gilcrypt, WG (State of) Grace, Dug Walters, Wasim Bury...

I'm sure you can do better.

Comments

[Peter McGuinness]

Patrick,

This is a very fine effort at humour, very poorly supported by your regular commentators I must say.

You must have taken literally minutes to think all those names up, only to be eschewed by Oscar, Rusty, Steve, John, Kap, Innocent etc.

'State of Grace' indicates (to me) that you have been imbibing late at night with Knick again, an untouched thimble of Jamiesons propped up under the little fella's unseeing eyes as you roar laughing at his latest suggestion for this post.

Anyway, Kepler Weevels and Rick McCasket could open the batting. Dead Joyce #3.

There.