Waltah

The beloved Mr. Cronkite has died. In his will he left eleven points each to the Emily & Bill team and to Ben.

Tom and Cathy should now root for Ted Kennedy so they can leave Becca as the last one with no points. Meanwhile, Tom and Becca can plot (in at least two senses of the word) against Claude Levi-Strauss.

The rest of us can look down on them as evil schemers and low scorers. Can I get a collective "Harumph"?

Harumph.

S is for Strange; D is for Dead

Robert S. McNamara (nobody had him), dead at 93.

A Streetcar Named Death

Karl Malden is dead, which puts Heather at 23 points and two deaths. Congratulations, Heather, you're the ranking angel of death. While you retain this lead, you can use that fact to your advantage at cocktail parties.

"Hi, I'm Heather. I'm the reigning angel of death."

Whatever you seek at the cocktail party, you can't fail with that line.

Beat it, Just Bea

It's listed as unconfirmed, but Michael Jackson is reportedly dead of a heart attack.

That puts Holly and Betsy on the board with eleven points each. It's anybody's game.

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.