It is true that there is a certain neologism I have come to loathe for something about its lazy aptitude. Aptness. Quality or characteristic of being lazily apt. Whatever. Or maybe it’s just because it’s a buzzword I’m just sick of.
Nonetheless there are no substitutes I might suggest and, in good conscience, call funny, or, at least, entertaining.
Still, I mean, you know … no Rosie and her Five Sisters jokes for that. Autonecrophilia?
At any rate, once again we might give thanks unto Matt Tarpley for making an entirely different obvious joke.
Tarpley, Matt. “Gravestone”. Mary Death. 15 May 2015.