Celebrity Deaths
So we’ve had a lot of deaths over the last month. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against dead folks. Hells, no! Some of my best friends are dead. A lot of them aren’t much for conversation mind you, but you expect this from the undead. Hell, a lot of them aren’t much for anything… so I use them for parts.
Oh crap, I’ve gone and let myself get sidetracked again… anyway the deaths I was referring to are of the hollywood kind. Celebrities. Since June 1st we’ve lost David Carradine, Ed MacMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Billy Mays, and of course that (incomprehensibly to my mind) ever so popular pasty white pop star Michael Jackson. The man was more pale than any ghoul I’ve ever known and that was before he kicked the damn bucket. Popularity being what it is, and american taste being determined how it is… and for the record I have no idea what makes Americans like what they like, Michael Jackson is the one among all of them (and many others I haven’t mentioned) who gets all the attention.
After all the specials, news items, blog posts and memorial posts regarding Michael Jackson’s death one thought has managed to remain foremost in my thoughts every time I see a new article on the man:
The saddest thing about Michael Jackson’s death is that so many people don’t know how to spell Michael.
Blood and Stitches everyone!
The Old Monster
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