One of my colleagues from long ago was so obsessed with Sting that she wrote a poem, went to his concert, climbed up on the stage and gave it to him.
I kind of liked him and some of his songs, and, as long as he didn’t smile, he looked like one of the great loves of my life. That was both attractive and not. Now I know that it’s a problem to have multiple “great loves” of your life.
Back in 1978, one of these men dressed up as a bumblebee for Hallowe’en. “Do you want to see my stinger?” he asked. It was kind of (but not very) funny. Sadly, he went on to feel death’s sting at a young age.
The best use of the word “sting” is from W. C. Fields, and I think the film was If I had a Million. “Drowned in a vat of whiskey… Oh Death, where is thy sting?”
Here’s a collection of W. C. Fields’ priceless vignettes because I am not stung by this prompt and these are funny.