Oh sure, Michael Jackson dies and everyone mourns his legacy, Brittany Murphy passes people and say “what if”. All well and good, but one someone really special dies, few blink an eye and all you see is a “oh yeah, this guy died” press release.
Fuck you, world.
Anyway, Donald Goerke died on Sunday. You don’t know him, hell I don’t him but he created Spaghetti-os and Chunky Soup. Read on:
The Campbell Soup Co. executive who was behind the enduring brands SpaghettiOs and Chunky Soup has died.
Donald Goerke (GUHR’-kee) was 83. A Campbell spokesman confirmed that Goerke died of heart failure Sunday at his home in Delran in southern New Jersey.
Goerke was marketing research director of Campbell’s Franco-American line in the early 1960s when his group started dreaming up pasta in shapes that would appeal to kids. He chose the o’s. They were marketed with the unforgettable tagline, “Uh-oh, SpaghettiOs.”
Fuck. I wrote a ton of really nice shit below this - including a lyric poem that combined elements of Kubla Khan and Spaghettios but it apparently got baleeted by accident.
Anyway, suffice to say that Spaghettios are THE SHIT. I ate’em as a kid and eat’em now. Not the ones with the meatballs though - nope gotta be the ’sliced franks’. Joke all you want about a single dude eating cold Spaghettios (because I have) but I’m fuckin’ PROUD to be an eater of them.
So from me and my mom (who no doubt would have killed me if Spaghettios weren’t there to dangle as a carrot to keep me in line), thanks Mr. Goerke, wherever you are.
Later, he helped introduce Chunky Soup, a hearty ready-to-serve soup that stood out from the company’s traditional line of condensed soups.
The Waukesha, Wis., native worked for Camden-based Campbell for 35 years, retiring in 1990. (Sauce)
Let me just say that Spaghettios are THE SHIT. I’ve been eating them since I was a Chaoz-tyke. And I can’t stand the ones with meatballs. Fuck that. Give me the one with sliced franks. To this day, I still eat those and Boy-R-Dee’s Ravioli. Hell, whenever I was being a pain in the ass my moms would say “if you behave you can have spaghettios tonight for supper.” That was like filet mignon to a snot like me.
So from me and my moms (who no doubt would’ve killed me at some point if not for spaghettios) - thanks Mr. Goerke, wherever you are!


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