"Arrr! Jimmy Carter’s mighty clan be raisin’ a tankard fer the ol' sea dog president, a true jolly sailor!"
2025-01-09
Arrr, matey! At yon somber farewell in the grand Cathedral, but three scallywags be speakin’. Yet a whole shipload of landlubbers be there, and more be settin’ sail to Plains, Georgia! Aye, ‘tis a right jolly crew for a farewell, don’t ye think?
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round me hearties, for I be regalin’ ye with a tale o' a most peculiar sendin’ off at the grand National Cathedral in the heart of Washington. Aye, it be a funeral, where only three brave souls dared to speak o' their dearly departed kin! Aye, it seems that the rest of the scallywags were too busy lamentin' or perhaps eyein' the fine pews, wonderin' if there be treasure beneath ’em!But fear not! Though the speechmakers were few, a great crew o' mourners did gather, like a ship full o' buccaneers drawn to a treasure map! They be comin' from far and wide, their hearts heavy but filled with cheer, ready to pay their final respects. They say many more be expected to make their way to the quaint town of Plains, Georgia, where the party will surely continue—or as the landlubbers call it, a wake!