When You Doubt, Abstain.

Mausoleum, N: The Final And Funniest Folly Of The Rich.

Crowned With Leaves Of The Laurel. In England The Poet Laureate Is An Officer Of The Sovereign's Court, Acting As Dancing Skeleton At Every Royal Feast And Singing-mute At Every Royal Funeral.

Existence, N. A Transient, Horrible, Fantastic Dream,/ Wherein Is Nothing Yet All Things Do Seem:/ From Which We're Wakened By A Friendly Nudge/ Of Our Bedfellow Death, And Cry: "o Fudge!"

You Don't Have To Be Stupid To Be A Christian, ... But It Probably Helps.

Lottery: A Tax On People Who Are Bad At Math.