A Sphincter Says What?

Score one for anal cancer and score 11 for Andy and Heather: Farrah Fawcett died today.

Ed's dead, baby. Ed's dead.

I could've gone with something like, "He cashed his giant check," but the Pulp Fiction reference seemed so much more obnoxious.

RIP, Ed.

David Carradine

Hmm... Thai hotel room hangings didn't really fit into my formula.

Rest in piece, grasshopper.

Nobody had Bea?

What's wrong with us?

Just when you thought it was safe to be on our lists...

Bob scores with Wendy Richard!

I suppose I could've phrased that more gracefully, but in any case, congratulations, Bob. And thank you for restoring my confidence in our dark, dark prescience.

Our causal score, by the way, sits at:
1 - Age-related bronchial stuff
1 - Cancer (bone, in this case)

Farmer Heads to Riverworld

Philip Jose Farmer died in his sleep.

Ed McMahon is in the hospital.

Neither is on our lists this year. I feel like we're death angel pariahs.

I scored. Nobody noticed.

RIP Tapan Sinha, unnoticed by us on January 15. The BBC noticed, but we did not. That's twelve points in the name of Indian cinema.