Yes I know that I'm going to hell. I popped my cherry on this year's celebrity death pool with Ernest Gallo. I had him for a few years thinking that he might succumb to a liver disease or something of that nature due to his love of wine.
A bunch of my friends think it's morbid. I concur. But why is death such a taboo subject? We're all gonna die. Just like Bill Shatner spoke in his song You'll Have Time.
Our time on earth is limited. Do I hope people die? No, however I guess-timate which celeb is the most likely to die during the calendar year. I don't wish death upon anyone. But I know that some celebs are more prone to being living-impaired than others. Compare Kathie Lee Gifford to a Scott Weiland. Who is going to die first? The clean-living Bible Thumper or the former heroin addict who has had numerous relapses?
Maybe my father's sudden death when I was 23 years old has made me aloof on the subject. Or maybe I'm just able to see it objectively as a part of life.
When I discovered my dad's body and smelled his flesh cooking, I knew right then & there that he was dead. I was alone and didn't freak out. I simply called 911 and said that my dad was electrocuted. He was caught up on a band saw and I told them that I was shutting off the power to make sure there wasn't a second body for them to come pick up.
Fact: We are all going to die. Some more peacefully than others. I just hope that I don't suffer when it's my time and on with the body count so I win this year's pool.
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