Willie “Pig” Daniel Murfreesboro , 26-Feb, Rucker Memorial Chapel. Published in The Daily News Journal on Mar. 7, 2019
My name is Willie but everyone calls me pig. You might be wondering why that do that. Well i go one hell of a story to tell you. One day i was on my Daddy’s farm feeding all the animals. We had horses and chickens and pigs of course. I had already fed all the other animals but i want for the pigs cause they eat scraps. I dont know what pissed in there bed , but they was not happy to see me. I took the scraps from the house and when i got in the pin and closed the gate all hell broke lose.
A pig tackled me and pushed me all through the mud and dookie. I was trying to get up but was slippin on the poo. I finally reached the gate and ran out of it. I ran to my momma ad told her what happened. She laughed an said, ” You look and smell like a pig. That ought to be your new nickname.” From that point on everyone that i knew called me pig. Even when i married my beautiful wife the preacher said,” Do you, Pig, take this women to be your wife?” Best day of my life. Sadly it had to come to the end. Beyond the grave i will be known as Pig. I thank my momma for that name.