Former Backstreet Boy Nick Carter’s 25-year-old sister Leslie died last night in what is believed to have been an accidental overdose of prescription medication. TMZ says:

The 25-year-old sister of Nick Carter had recently moved from Canada to Upstate New York to live with family members while she attempted to kick her addiction.

Family members had attempted to rid the home of any prescription medication — including Xanax — and were hopeful Leslie was on the road to recovery.

Sources say family members believed Leslie would be OK to stay alone in the home for roughly an hour yesterday while they ran errands … but when they returned, Leslie was unconscious.

Officials were called to the scene … but Leslie could not be saved.

We’re told Leslie’s 1-year-old daughter was not at home with Carter at the time of her death.

The cracked-out apple sure doesn’t fall far from the fucked-up tree, does it? This is why alcoholic stage mothers should just be spayed. Otherwise you wind up with kids that are more like feral cats than people.

Guess/Victoria’s Secret model Kate Upton for Deep Blue swimwear, because she doesn’t haven a meth-carved exoskeleton:

The audio from the 911 call made from Demi Moore’s home the night she went into a drug-induced seizure has been online for several days now, but for some reason people are just now getting around to noticing that her daughter Rumer is mentioned on the recording. The Daily Mail says:

During the 911 call, a male caller appears use [Rumer's] nickname, saying: ‘Hey, Ru, what’s the name at the gate so that we can buzz [the paramedics] in?’

A panicked female caller can first be heard saying: ‘She smoked something. It’s not marijuana, but it’s similar to incense… she’s convulsing and semi-conscious, barely.’

I can’t imagine anything lamer than doing whip-its with Rumer fucking Willis. In fact, “doing whip-its with Rumer Willis” sounds like some kind of punishment. Like something you’d make a pledge do right before you force him to eat a bowl of mayonnaise while doing jumping jacks.

Heather Locklear is doing what any aging, former soap opera star would do to get back in the spotlight, if only for a few precious, fleeting moments: have a night downing prescription pills and booze. Also known as, “A damn good time”. Says Digital Spy,

Heather Locklear is said to be in a conscious and stable condition after being rushed to hospital on Thursday (January 12).

The Melrose Place actress – who successfully completed an in-patient rehabilitation program for a prescription drug dependency in 2010 after being involved in a hit-and-run accident – was examined by paramedics and taken for medical treatment in an ambulance.

It is thought that she may have mixed prescription drugs and alcohol.

A spokesperson for Los Robles Hospital told KNBC Los Angeles that Locklear will remain in hospital overnight, adding that she is conscious, stable and “resting comfortably”.

“Successfully completed an in-patient rehabilitation program” these days just means that you A. had enough money to bribe the orderly to slip you your drug of choice or B. have a sympathetic mom who hides your stash in her abundant cleavage. Guess which one is my favorite method?

Someone named Laura Whitmore at the Brit Awards, who affirms the benefits of plastic surgery (everyone knows that the British are ugly):

We all knew this was coming, but I have to admit I was still a little taken aback by the news — 27-year old singer Amy Winehouse was found dead in her Camden home on Saturday. Apparently her liver was not made of adamantium after all. The Daily Mail says:

Although the exact cause of death has not yet been released by police, it is claimed she was seen buying cocaine, heroin, ecstasy and ketamine leading up to the hours before her death.

She is also thought to have been drinking heavily.

Winehouse also suffered from emphysema, which is a disease of the lungs that causes shortness of breath.

This is just so tragic and disappointing. I had Lindsay Lohan ranked above her on my celebrity deathpool. I guess that’s five dollars I won’t be getting back.

Amy’s last ever public performance with goddaughter Dionne Bromfield last Wednesday:

The 60-year-old actor who played T-Bird Kenickie in Grease is in a coma after overdosing on pain pills last week. Radar Online says:

Jeff Conway was found unconscious on the floor of his Encino home May 11.

A source who asked not to be identify said the overdose was a suicide attempt.

Doctors aren’t optimistic. He slightly moved his head three days ago but since, there’s been no sign he’ll recover.

Conway is still recovering from the serious injuries he suffered last year in a near-fatal fall that caused a brain hemorrhage, and neck and hip fractures.

I don’t want to alarm anyone, but there’s a chance that Celebrity Rehab might not be zenith of successful rehabilitation after all. Statistics indicate you have a better chance at getting clean at Charlie Sheen’s Sober Valley Lodge during Mardi Gras.

Charlie Sheen’s porn star pal Kacey Jordan tried to kill herself last night. But instead of it being a cry for help, it was a desperate attempt at attention. Says TMZ,

Kacey Jordan–a porn star who partied with Charlie Sheen during his cocaine binge back in January — tried to kill herself last night … this according to police.

Law enforcement sources tell us … the Chicago Police Department raced to the Peninsula Hotel around 6:51 PM last night after receiving calls from the hotel after Kacey twittered several suicidal messages … saying she had taken a bunch of pills and alcohol and was waiting to die.

We’re told when cops got to the hotel, Kacey was sitting on her bed — with prescription pill bottles, broken glass and alcohol all over her room.

Law enforcement sources tell us Jordan had cuts and scrapes to her wrists and arms … but insisted the suicide messages were merely a publicity stunt.

While Kacey was talking to police, we’re told the porn star grabbed a corkscrew bottle opener … tried to run out of the room … and attempted to cut herself.

Cops eventually subdued Kacey before she could further harm herself and took her to a nearby hospital for a mental evaluation.

We’re told cops reported the incident as a non-criminal suicide attempt.

No word on Jordan’s condition.

At the point when the law enforcement determined that she was just doing it for publicity, I would say that they should have taken her to get her stomach pumped, prescription pills OD or not. But then she’s used to having things rammed down her throat, so there wouldn’t really be any fun in that.

Out in LA last month:

Charlie Sheen was quietly discharged from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center last night, but not before one of his people addressed the media to give them the low-down on what REALLY happened Wednesday night. Are you ready for it? Here goes. Extra says:

Charlie’s friend Steve Brodersen [says] the pain is the result of a hernia injury, worsened when Sheen laughed too hard at the TV.

Doctors tell Sheen he may need surgery to repair the hernia, for which he’s been treated in the past.

That’s just plain insulting. What kind of morons do they take us for? He’s in the hospital because he laughed too hard? Please. I’d sooner believe an alien baby clawed its way out of his body via his belly button. Which I’m not ruling out as a possibility, by the way. There was this one time in college that I woke up in a Waffle House bathroom without any pants. I won’t go into too much detail here, but suffice it to say there was plenty of evidence that I had been probed at some point in the night. Also my memory had been erased. And who other than aliens has that kind of power? Who besides an alien would use maple syrup as lubricant?

And speaking of lubricant, that reminds me — here’s the other lady Charlie was with the morning he was hospitalized. See if you can guess from her pictures what she does for a living.

UPDATE: As of late this afternoon, Charlie Sheen has voluntarily checked himself into rehab. For his problem with laughing. Makes total sense.

NSFW Melanie Rios:

Yeah, what the headline says. According to TMZ:

A hiatal hernia in his stomach — not an overdose — triggered the 911 call that landed Charlie in the hospital [early this morning].

The hernia located in Charlie’s stomach… causes acid and food to back up into the esophagus, [causing] “horrible, horrendous pain.”

Charlie will spend the night at the hospital.

So then this had nothing to do with it, then:

Charlie Sheen had a “briefcase full of cocaine” delivered to his home — and was using large amounts of the drug during the 36-hour bender that landed him in the hospital.

Sheen had 2 porn stars and several other women inside his home during the [two-day party] that started Tuesday night.

God knows you aren’t doing anything with your dick after downing a briefcase full of blow and two days’ worth of booze, so what the hell was he doing those last few hours? Oh, right — this:

[After] smoking cocaine continuously for hours, Charlie ended up in his theater room with one of the porn stars with whom he was partying. They watched 3 hours of porn as Charlie critiqued the action on the screen.

Charlie himself as a porn connoisseur. We’re told the porn star was “surprised” by the depth of Charlie’s knowledge.

You know, there’s a reason Grandma doesn’t snowboard and Superman isn’t a 55-year old man with full-blown cirrhosis. Charlie Sheen is too fucking old for this kind of shit. His liver can’t take much more. At this point, it’s got to be the size of a damn halibut. And it’s probably the same color and with almost as many teeth.

Olympic gold medalist and ‘Can’t Miss Kid’ Jennifer Capriati was taken to a hospital this morning after an apparent drug overdose. It is still unclear whether the overdose was accidental or a suicide attempt. TMZ says:

Former teen tennis star Jennifer Capriati was rushed to the hospital early this morning after paramedics responded to a call for a possible overdose.

The call came from a hotel in Riviera Beach, FL. Capriati was transported to a nearby hospital.

Jennifer’s father tells us she’s recovering well.

In more important news, George Clooney’s girlfriend Elisabetta Canalis took a boat ride with a bunch of her sexy girlfriends in a ridiculously tiny bathing suit yesterday. So the question is, do you want to talk intrigue, excitement, and hot chicks in thongs, or do you want to talk about a washed-up tennis star and her sad feelings? Before you answer, you should know that was really more of a rhetorical question. All I have are pics Canalis’ sweet, sweet ass. If you want to complain about it, I’m sure imahugefag.com will be more than happy to assist you in your quest.

Viva il culo!:

PHOTO SOURCE: Bauer-Griffin Online

The official results of Corey Haim’s autopsy have not been made public, but his mother claims it was actually pulmonary congestion and heart problems that killed him, not an overdose. According to People Magazine

Judy Haim says the coroner called her to disclose the actor suffered pulmonary congestion. [The] autopsy also found he had an enlarged heart along with the water in the lungs.

What role those factors played, if any, in Haim’s death isn’t known. L.A. Coroner Chief Craig Harvey notes, “There is no final cause of death at this time.”

Shortly before his death Wednesday at age 38, Haim complained of flu-like symptoms and had a high fever. The actor had long suffered from heart problems.

And God knows he was doing all he could to combat his flu-like symptoms — smoking crack five times a day instead of just three, and washing down his Xanax and Percocet with a bottle of vodka every six hours as directed. I guess it’s just one of those medical mysteries that will never really be solved. Damn you, science, for failing us once again!

Eighties teenage heartthrob Corey Haim was found dead in his Burbank apartment this morning. He was 38 years old. People Magazine says

Police say it is believed the actor, who had a long history of substance-abuse problems, perished from an accidental overdose at 3:30 a.m. Wednesday.

Haim shot to fame in the ’80s after starring in several teen films, including The Lost Boys, Lucas and License to Drive. Most notably, he collaborated numerous times with Corey Feldman, and the pair were dubbed “The Two Coreys.”

Death is tragic, and people get all huffy and hate-maily when you make fun of the recently deceased, so I’ll just raise this issue of Tiger Beat magazine to Corey Haim. No sense in wasting a perfectly good forty. I think Corey of all people would agree with me on that one.

Alec Baldwin was rushed to the ER yesterday after his 14-year old daughter found him “unresponsive” following an argument. Yahoo News says

Alec Baldwin, a star of NBC’s “30 Rock,” was examined Thursday at a hospital after his daughter called 911 saying he had threatened to take pills after they argued, a law enforcement official said. Baldwin’s daughter called 911 at around 12:10 a.m. from his Central Park West apartment.

“This was a misunderstanding on one person’s part. Alec was quickly released from the hospital; he’s completely fine and will be at work today,” the 51-year-old actor’s spokesman said.

It’s a classic parenting technique. She complains about her curfew, you threaten suicide and take enough pills to temporarily black out. It’s like reverse psychology, only way more insaner. You can read all about these and other approaches to parenting in “Dr. Spock’s Guide to Making Sure Your Child Becomes a Pregnant Teen Cutter with a Drug Problem” (available hardcover and paperback, Simon & Schuster). Reserve your copy today!

And now for some pics of Ewan McGregor whoring around with his Beginners co-star Melanie Laurent, because I already uploaded them before Alexander McQueen died and I’ll be damned if I’ll let them go to waste:

PHOTO SOURCE: Pacific Coast News