To keep abreast  

Of those laid to rest  

We do our best  

And add Timothy West. 

There’s no more Quincy  

Ever since he  

Lay down flat  

And Stuff Like That 

Teri Garr  

Was a star  

And got an Oscar for Tootsie  

Without affecting the FTSE. 

Phil Lesh  

Is no longer flesh.  

I guess it was fateful  

That he’s Dead now and Grateful. 

Geoff tossed his orb around.  

His head must have weighed fifty pounds,  

But now he’s stopped, to be covered in palls.  

But still, imagine the size of his balls. 

Paul Di’Anno played in  

Early Iron Maiden  

He sang in perfect key  

but now he’s Running Free. 

Liam Payne was popular  

And attracted much affection,  

But when you fall from a balcony  

You go in one direction. 

Kris Kristofferson  

Won’t accept offers on  

Tickets for his shows  

As in the ground he goes. 

If you like films  

You’ll be unhappy with  

The news of the death  

Of Dame Maggie Smith. 

Begorra  

Sven-Goran  

Is a goner. 

John Mayall found fame  

With his Bluesbreakers.  

He now has a gig  

With the undertaker. 

Another star’s death  

Sends us whining.  

Farewell Shelley Duvall  

Out of The Shining. 

The news today  

Is ter-rible  

For Steve Harley  

Of Cockney Rebel,  

And though that rhyme  

Lacks some style  

I hope at least  

It made you smile. 

Hairy Biker  

Dave Myers  

Is the latest  

Of the diers. 

Alexei Navalny  

Was murdered by Putin  

Whose intolerance  

Is worse than gluten. 

Why did Steve  

Have to leave  

So soon  

In The Afternoon? 

Farewell Ian Lavender  

Who in Dad’s Army we did like.  

But what was his character’s name?  

Don’t tell him, Pike! 

I’ve just heard a frightening tale  

About Annie Nightingale.  

It’s the final disaster  

For this music broadcaster. 

It’s time to give up on him  

Though we liked him very much.  

Farewell David Soul  

Of Starsky and Hutch.