Farrah Fawcett and The Creature That Used to be Black and Adorable Died

There are certain people who have died that I could not find it in me to mourn.  Those are people like Saddam Hussein and Timothy McVeigh who made me kick the dust at me feet and mumble, “good riddance.”  I think all humans, at least those who are honest with themselves, have moments like that.

Only a few of us chosen people (not to be confused with Chosen People®) can admit that there are a few deaths that, either because of the timing or because of the person, caused them to laugh relentlessly and unashamedly.  My list is short:  Jerry Falwell, because he died on my 18th birthday as God’s present to me; Anna Nicole Smith, because she was Anna Nicole Smith; and Michael Jackson, who several sources (TMZ, Perez, LA Times) are reporting has just died from the rare and fatal face-sliding-off-in-chunks disease cardiac arrest.

I was in mourning for the great actress and sex goddess Farrah Fawcett who was reported dead this morning when Jack-O appeared out of nowhere to brighten my day.

Does this make me a bad person?  In all probability, yes.  Will calling me a bad person for laughing at the 75% freakshow make me laugh even harder and direct some of that laughter toward you, his fans?  Abso-friggin-lutely.  Laugh away, my friends.  The biggest joke in the world has reached its punchline.

Now that the 80’s are officially dead, can we go back to good music now?

Okay… now that we’ve got all the laughs out of our system…

Today is a day to mourn the loss of the brilliant, attractive and wonderful entertainer Farrah Fawcett, whose loss will overshadow any of today’s other media jokes in my book.