Died. You’re Welcome: Santa (6)

Can anyone stop the Claus?

Previously (last Halloween) i posted Jon LaJoie’s “Cold Blooded Christmas“–a scenario in which the red-suited one was NOT taken down after all.

Grave Disorder also offers up “I Saw Mommy Killing Santa Claus” with a perfunctory punk panache, but i think we all know the outcome of that domestic disturbance.

So, can anyone (Tim Allen?) dispose of this Saint?

How ’bout we party ’bout it?

I mean, you know, playas gotta spin at raves (do those guys get any?)…

so give a chance for Slackaz Remix and his Family Guy (i know, again) playful retuning of Stewie and Brian “I’m Going to Kill Santa Claus.”

Died. You’re Welcome: celebrity

LA DJs Kevin and Bean don’t exactly turn me on, but they occasionally sniff out a good piece of parody.

Their 1998 compilation Santa’s Swinging’ Sack came out the year Ol’ Blue Eyes passed on. Ergo, ‘Ralph Sinatra’ singing “Christmas When You”re Dead.” Yeah, i laughed. And i’m glad. (No imagery here: that seems about right.)

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Overlooked Kentuckian folk singer Chuck Picklesimer has a killer Christmas album all lovers of novelty must seek out: Dead Ninja Christmas.

Words not do him right good. You gotta hear him to believe him. When you pair his word salad with this ADHD video cobbled together by his own talented hands, however, it’s Katie, bar the door!

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Not every traffic mishap has an unhappy ending.

The Road Kill Band are sad dads (still with the dream of a band) (playing for ungrateful drunks at the American Legion Hall). They don’t actually kill the deer they run over (in song) but wish they had in “Road Kill Christmas.”
Good listen.

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Some living things are not meant to shuffle off this mortal coil at That time of year, but by virtue of their seasonal overexposure we understand–collision happens.

Back to good old Bob Rivers–AGAIN (he’s everywhere! He’s Everywhere!). His “I Came upon a Roadkill Deer” puts us in mind of the blessing of the holidays to be a kid: so Dad has to clean up the unexpected aftermath of driving in the dark over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house.