After descending to the earth on moonbeams and angel wings she was then born by crawling out from under the rock and raised on white bread and contempt in the inbred hills of northwest Georgia. There was school, more school, a different kind of education involving happy hours and craigslist before she finally settled into a career of designing pretty things. Or ugly things depending on who you talk to. The Madame was a member of a local book club, the Ace Hardware rewards program and was a regular attendee of Friday Night Margarita Showdown. She enjoyed eating queso, reading, shopping at thrift stores and bitching about all sorts of things.
Authorities have been able to piece together the series of events that ultimately led to the tragedy. Apparently in an attempt to recreate the wood stuffed firebox [shut up] pictured below,
Madame Sunday is survived by a (now relieved) cat Charlemagne and every Sassy Gay Friend in the tri-state area. Services will be held on Tuesday at the Fuji House for dollar sushi night so diners can also pay their respects. There will be no graveside service as the Madame's ashes will be scattered in the parking lot of TJ Maxx.
In lieu of flowers the family asks that you send donations to the "Stop piling dirty spider-ridden dead pieces of wood around your house" fund.
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