Senator Edward “Ted” Kennedy passed away on Tuesday after suffering from a brain tumor. He was 77 years old. People Magazine reports
“Edward M. Kennedy – the husband, father, grandfather, brother and uncle we loved so deeply – died late Tuesday night at home in Hyannis Port,” his family said in a statement. “We’ve lost the irreplaceable center of our family and joyous light in our lives, but the inspiration of his faith, optimism, and perseverance will live on in our hearts forever.
And don’t let’s forget the inspiration of his leaving a woman to drown after driving his Oldsmobile off a bridge, or his legacy of sexual assault, crippling alcoholism, and all-around whoremongering. I just hope they have enough room to fit all that on his tombstone at Arlington.
Hi guys, it’s Sarah. As you’ve no doubt heard by now, John Hughes died of a heart attack Thursday morning whilst walking near his NYC home. Hughes was a writer, producer, and director of films including, but not limited to, National Lampoon’s Vacation, European Vacation, Christmas Vacation, Mr. Mom, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Some Kind of Wonderful, Planes, Trains & Automobiles, The Great Outdoors, Uncle Buck, and Home Alone. Hughes almost singlehandedly created a genre of film, made the Brat Pack out of a bunch of nobodies, and defined an entire generation, and he did it all well before the age of 40. What the hell have the rest of us done lately?
So long, Mr. Hughes, and thanks for all the memories.
A tribute montage via TheFlickcast (thanks to Dustin at Pajiba for the link):
Holy shit. You pass out at the neighborhood pool for a few hours, come back and Michael Jackson is dead. That’s two celebrities in one day, for those of you keeping a death toll. TMZ says
Michael Jackson has died. He was 50.
Michael suffered a cardiac arrest earlier this afternoon at his home and paramedics were unable to revive him. We’re told when paramedics arrived Jackson had no pulse and they never got a pulse back.
A source tells us Jackson was dead when paramedics arrived.
Once at the hospital, the staff tried to resuscitate him but he was completely unresponsive.
Wow. I always figured he’d die on the operating table or erotically asphyxiating himself in a burqa some little kid’s closet. I have to say, this was much more dignified way to go.
Before you start your all-day-long in memorandum “Roadhouse” and “Point Break” marathons, let me be the first to tell you that Patrick Swayze is NOT Dead. His rep told Us Weekly
“This is to confirm that Patrick Swayze did not pass away this morning contrary to severely reckless reports stemming from a radio station in Jacksonville, Florida. Patrick Swayze is alive, well and is enjoying his life and he continues to respond to treatment.”
That’s great news. Really, who among us doesn’t love Patrick Swayze? And besides, having to talk about death today would have been a real downer, unless you’re an emo 14-year old with a faggy MySpace or a virgin-hungry jihadist-in-training. So instead of death, here are some pictures of super-hot Victoria’s Secret model Bar Rafaeli in next month’s Elle magazine. IL-Hamdu-Allah, baby!
Hi, campers. It’s Sarah today. Unfortunately, we’ll be starting off this morning with some terribly sad news:
Natasha Richardson passed away yesterday from complications after her skiing accident earlier this week. Richardson, who was only 45 years old, was the wife of Liam Neeson and the daughter of Vanessa Redgrave, as well as a Tony Award-winning actress. Neeson’s publicist released the following statement:
“Liam Neeson, his sons, and the entire family are shocked and devastated by the tragic death of their beloved Natasha. They are profoundly grateful for the support, love and prayers of everyone, and ask for privacy during this very difficult time.”
Richardson, who was awake and lucid immediately following the accident, later began showing symptoms of serious head injury and was taken to the hospital, where doctors found she was bleeding in the brain. Her heartbroken family had her removed from life support yesterday after she was pronounced brain dead.
Liam Neeson and Natasha Richardson were a lovely couple who seemed genuinely happy and completely devoted to each other, and for 15 years they kept themselves almost fully out of the press except for when they were working. Even my cold, dead heart is a little bit touched by the incredible sadness of this tragedy.
Natasha Richardson, Liam Neeson, and their two boys, Michael and Daniel:
TMZ is reporting that John Travolta’s 16-year-old son, Jett, died today in the Bahamas while vacationing with Travolta and his mother, actress Kelly Preston. Jett was rumored to have been autistic, though Travolta denied it, saying he suffered from Kawasaki Syndrome, which often leads to heart disease.
Travolta’s attorney Michael Ossi says Jett suffered a seizure at his family’s vacation home at the Old Bahama Bay Hotel on Grand Bahama Island. Attempts to revive him were unsuccessful and he died on scene.
Very sad, and a really screwed up way to start the new year.
Actor and comedian Bernie Mac passed away Saturday morning at the age of 50 due to complications from pneumonia. People magazine reports
Mac suffered from sarcoidosis, an autoimmune disease that causes inflammation in organs such as the lungs or lymph nodes. On Aug 1, Mac was admitted to a hospital at Northwestern Memorial hospital with pneumonia [but] was expected to recover.
Such a sad reminder of the fragility of life. A less sad reminder of the fragility of life? The hobo that was shot in the chest after butchering “My Way” at a karaoke bar in the Philippines. The Sinatra classic has since been removed from most karaoke bars in Manila for causing “fights and even deaths when patrons sang out of tune.” Fuckin’ circle of life, man!
