From his cold, dead hands…

You can pretty much take anything you want now. Charlton Heston, born John Charles Carter, a.k.a. Moses, a.k.a. El Cid, a.k.a. the REAL Robert Neville, a.k.a. Astronaut George Taylor, famed right-wing gun-nut has died at age 83.

Thanks for the memories, Chuck.

Will there be a Private Dancer on his grave?

Ike Turner died. He was 76.

Death of a Hero.

Unlike today’s neon-colored nancy boys who jump 14 lb. motorcycles over a school bus and think they are cool, Evel Knievel rode a great big heavy-ass Harley over cars and fountains and flaming shark tanks (ok not the last one) and lived to tell about it. He strapped his ass into a rocket and tried to fly over a canyon. In short, he was a bad-ass, mother-fucker.

He died yesterday at age 69.

Who’s next?

They say these celebrity death things happen in threes.

R.I.P. Sean Taylor, Washington Redskins Safety.

Cum on find my pulse….

Kevin DuBrow, has been found dead from unknown causes at his home in Las Vegas.
When I lived in Vegas, people would always ask me if I met any famous people there. Well, one time while having lunch at PF Chang’s, I ran into Kevin DuBrow, former frontman from Quiet Riot.

He was the busboy.

No, no I’m kidding. He was at the next table and I gave him one of those “aren’t you THAT guy?” looks and he smiled and nodded and appeared to be pleased someone knew who he was. On his way out he gave me a wave and I had to explain to my wife who that guy was, but he seemed to be pretty cool.

I guess sometimes, being pretty cool is cool enough.

She was hot once…

…and now she’s stone cold.

HOLLYWOOD, Fla. – Anna Nicole Smith, the voluptuous former Playboy centerfold who married an octogenarian billionaire and waged a legal battle for his fortune all the way to the Supreme Court, died Tuesday after collapsing at a hotel. She was 39.

The cause of death was not immediately disclosed.

That is to say, they don’t know if it came in pill or capsule form.

Dig a hole, put him in…

…fill it up, rawhide!
Frankie Laine, singer of the themes to Rawhide and Blazing Saddles, died Tuesday.
He was 93.

Say goodnight to the bad guy…

I’m not nearly as hillbilly or jingoistic as one would have to be in order to be hooting and hollering over the hanging of Saddam Hussein. I realize he was a “bad guy” (a relative term if there ever was one) and Iraq may (or may not) be a better place without him but I can’t help but wonder if the average Iraqi would rather have him back in power as opposed to living in the middle of the House That Bush Built. While I’m not completely opposed to the death penalty, you’d have to be an idiot (or President of the U.S.) to think that putting Saddam on trial and hanging him is suddenly going to bring peace to Iraq. Things will get worse, more will die and in two more years those who started this mess will leave Washington and never be held accountable while someone else gets to try and clean up the mess.

In any case, at least Saddam showed he had balls ’till the end. From the New York Times.

One of the guards shouted at Saddam: “You have destroyed us. You have killed us. You have made us live in destitution.”

“I have saved you from destitution and misery and destroyed your enemies, the Persian and Americans,” Saddam responded.

“God damn you,” the guard said.

“God damn you,” responded Saddam.

Say it loud…

… I’m dead.

The Godfather of Soul, James Brown died early this morning. He was 73.
He broke a lot of laws, recorded a ton of great tunes and leaves a huge legacy behind.

… in darkest night.

Martin Nodell, the creator of Green Lantern, died Saturday.
He was 91.