It wouldn't surprise me if that worthless Cleveland ward heeler, pronounced dead by the CalPig a couple of months ago, outlives the lazy big guy.
But the lazy tub of lard has had crooked union doctors working to put him on disability for a long time.
He was riding in that little catbird seat back and forth over the main Omaha sewage intake lagoon, fishing out drowned rats and used condoms for years, having reached the pinnacle of his city career.
Then the crooked union doctors got him transferred to an easier, less odiferous job, scrubbing puke from the backseats of Omaha police cruisers.
Now he finally got a crooked union doctor to give him a first class ticket to the gravy train.
His terminal diagnosis?
"If you don't stop eating like a hog, you're gonna die."
Then again, maybe he spotted a tall, thin guy with unfashionably long hair peering from behind a tree in his backyard.
After all, he does live in Nebraska.