So Ed McMahon died a couple of weeks ago. Then, last week, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died. Then, this week, Billy Mays and Karl Malden died.
And the week’s only half over.
Death, that rascal spectre of the infinite, that black-cloaked grinning skull, that scythe-swinging collector of eternity-bound souls, is clearly the busiest man in
At least the rumor about Jeff Goldblum’s death appears to be false. See? There’s always a silver lining.
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