This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It`s expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It`s a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn`t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It`s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
/John Cleese/
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