Poor Farrah, Moonwalked On Again

A prime example of how unfair life can be went down today….

There are (usually) 365 days in a year, how likely is it that someone deserving of note could end up ending up her life on the one day that someone else even more famous opts to kick the bucket?

Farrah Fawcett died of cancer after a long and painful illness, with all the personal private details blabbed on the cover of the dirt bag press for all to see.

And then to add insult to injury, on the very same day Michael Jackson happens to have his heart blow out and thereby grab all the press coverage available everywhere in the world.

Now comes the silent moment as we must decide if the recent demise of Ed McMahon (he’s been blowing dust farts for several days now) is recent enough to qualify as the third in the surely scientifically proven elsewhere observance that three celebrities must check out at a time rule.

With only a few exceptions (Mark David Chapman comes to mind), fans don’t get to choose who hits the dirt for a nap, but if we did I suppose that some of my previous mentioned choices* would be gone, but I’m watching my Karma these days so I won’t name any names in this category. 

No really, they’re all fine, charming, friendly people that I’ve worked with and lived to tell about it. Somewhere else, some other time.