News...Kansas Style!

As I was perusing the Internet for work purposes (believe it or not) I found this article about the death of the "Cowtown Doughnut Deity," Ray Lamar.

His wife, pictured above, remembered his last words, eloquently quoted by the Kansas City Star:

“He did not have any words of wisdom,” says wife Shannon Lamar. “He rose up in his wheelchair the day before he died and said, ‘I want some ice cream.’ And luckily I had some, so I gave him a bowl and he ate every bite of it. And that was really his last thought. It was vanilla with fudge running through it.”

It is clear that Lamar had a penchant for the finer things in life:

“His favorite dinner was a hotdog and something,” she says. “A potato or salad and a vegetable. He always had fine-dined, the American, Top of the Crown.”

I have no idea what that last sentence means.

“He loved Little Debbie’s snack cakes,” Shannon says. “Every night before he went to bed he had one.”

Some high-caliber reporting right there folks. If you're interested in finding out more about the controversy surrounding what is known as "The Wrong Sign Incident," click here for the full article.

Leave it to the Kansas City Star to get down to the down-and-dirty. I hear the reporter was embedded in Ray's (what I'm assuming must have been enormous) ass-crack during his final days in order to ensure he would have the full scoop on this breaking news.