Mr. John Lithgow

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done but he with a smile replied
That maybe it couldn’t but he would be one who wouldn’t say so til he tried.
So he buckled right in with a bit of a grin
And his screwdriver touched a live wire,
And he let out a cry and proceeded to die
In a shower of sparks and fire.
And the people who gave the eulogy
Spoke of honor and love and ambition.
They spoke well of the dead, and nobody said,
“Why didn’t he call an electrician?”