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?
Never mind.
At any rate, once again we might give thanks unto Matt Tarpley for making an entirely different obvious joke.
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Tarpley, Matt. “Gravestone”. Mary Death. 15 May 2015.
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