I think Mr. Mouse is kidding...god, I hope.

He died like two years ago.

Purhaps he means just his career.

NO! I had NO IDEA!

I am a walking commercial for why DRUGS ARE BAD, MMMMMKAY?

God. Now I am retroactively depressed.

And, I feel stupid.

I feel depressed AND stupid.

Jeez.

Um.... heh heh heh... OOPS.

My bad, sorry, Brianna, sorry, Mr. Stipe. He lives.

Can I change my pick to Earnest Borgnine?

Too late! You can't change! Now get out of line.

Just teasing. I was going to say, I Googled the crap out of Stipes and didn't see any mention of dying. In fact, they are starting a tour here in '05.

I just asked the guy I thought I'd remembered hearing it from and he really thought M.S. was dead.

Glad he's not, though.

Borgnine, on the other hand...

Goddamn! You nearly gave me a heartattack! JEEZ!

I'd have been happy to give you mouth-to-mouth inspiration. :)

*coy* well. Ok.

:lol:

For me it was a toss up between John Candy and Phil Hartman. I wasn't a really huge fan of Phil's it just effected me as if I was. I was depressed for days after. What a waste of life and talent over something so stupid. And to leave those kids behind with nothing....

As for John, again, another waste of life and talent. As is with most self-inflicted celeb deaths.

The thing about Phil Hartman was that he was young, healthy, and wasn't a crazy party guy you expected to die at any time. It was a real shock. He was in his prime. Plus, he was very talented. A shock and sad.

He was one of the original Solid Gold dancers.

A funny story about Michael Stipe:

Gibby, a la The Butthole Sufers, and the rest of the band found out where Stipe lived in Georgia. They bought a beat-to-hell van, parked it in front of his house in the dead of night, took the wheels off, and spray-painted on the side 'Michael Stipe, despite the hype, I stil wanna suck your big long pipe!'

True story.