Is it me, or does it feel like God is just picking up the spares right now?
Carlin, Tim Russert, Stan Winston, Jim McKay, Cyd Charisse, Bo Diddley,Yves St.Laurent, Harvey Korman, Algis Budrys, Sydney Pollack, Erick Wujcik, Dick Martin, Arthur C. Clarke. People famous enough to be missed, their passing viewed with sadness by the people they entertained and influenced.
If there is any justice in the world, the navel-gazing media will fly into a weeklong mourning for Carlin, the way they did for Russert.
And the tombstone reel at the Oscars is going to be longer than most of the "best-music" entries.
All I can say is that the afterlife is hosting a heckuva "Welcome to the Neighborhood" brunch.
Update: Tits? Still doesn't belong on the list.
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