Category Archives: Death


I thought the word for 2016 was CHANGE.


I’m beginning to think it’s really LOSS.

RIP Alan Rickman.

Twitter etiquette

When Teddy Kennedy died back in August 2009, I was surprised to learn the news via Twitter instead of more traditional news sources.

Today, Twitter breaks most big stories.

bob simonFor instance, legendary CBS News reporter and 60 Minutes correspondent Bob Simon was killed yesterday in an automobile accident in my neighborhood, yet I still heard about it on Twitter.

Then celebrities from all walks of life began making their statements of sympathy.

On Twitter.

Yet another development many a publicist and PR maven probably didn’t see coming down the information superhighway.

All those carefully worded press releases and statements of sympathy and support that once earned them an extra billable hour or six?  Gone.  Because now their clients can take to Twitter and, in 140 typo- and emoji-filled characters, sum up their feelings about the dearly departed.

And start a Twitter sh#t storm at the same time.

I’ve seen the light!

Ever thought, “I wanna go out with a bang?”

Now you can.  Literally.

fireworks_400x400Ask your family members to have your cremated remains ‘scattered from within a beautiful fireworks display’ by Angels Flight.

The company, based in Castaic, California, places you (or your loved one’s) ashes into a specially designed fireworks shell and shots them skyward during the lights show. You select the color, brilliance and pattern of the fireworks used; Angels Flight transports your remains from the mortuary to the service site and takes care of all licenses, insurance and permits.

You can also choose to hold your final fireworks display over the ocean — from a yacht, no less — on the beach or on a lake…at prices ranging from $4,250 to 5,500.  (Still photography or video is extra.)

I gotta admit — the more I think about it, the more I like it.  Who wants to shoot for the heavens?

Just breathe

For just one day…

…wouldn’t it be nice?

Soaring profits

Survived the rapture, did you?

Don’t think of it as ‘being passed over.’  You’re an American — make money from your rejection!

There’s even a common sense guide to help you get started.

Written before the last regularly scheduled rapture, “How to Profit from the Coming Rapture” offers sound — if tongue-in-cheek — financial guidance for those of us left on Earth to fend for ourselves.  (If you’re reading this, that means you.)

The writers, while having a bit of fun with the whole notion, apparently quote actual Bible verses and legends to support their economic theories.  It all sounds a bit Book of Mormon to me.  And since I love that Broadway show, I’m guessing this book will be fun, too!

What, you say?  I haven’t read the book yet?  Of course not!  I had to wait and see if I got called aboard the mothership!

Now…let’s all get RICH!!!

A hoot

You know how some days seem to have a recurring theme?  Yesterday was like that for me.  And the theme was…


It began when I was shopping for a good friend who had a baby. Everything that I looked at — receiving blankets, rattles, you name it — had owls on it.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re cute…but they were everywhere.  And they were staring at me with their big, googly eyes.

I got t-shirts with devils on them instead.  Much less demanding.

Next, I went to the theatre to see Source Code.  One of the trailers was for a horror movie called Priest. Wouldn’t you know it — owls were circling overhead during one of the satanic fights!

Thank goodness Paul Bettany is cute, even with a big ol’ cross tattooed on his nose.

I still made it home in time for the season finale of “Mr. Sunshine.”  Matthew Perry continued his series-long slam of his own looks…and what animal did he compare himself to in last night’s episode??

Well, who’d have thunk it? He really does.








I saw a movie yesterday in the theater and didn’t have snacks.

Blasphemy, I know.

But 127 Hours didn’t seem like a nachos kinda film.  So much has been written about the gross-out factor of Danny Boyle’s latest effort.  It may have been nominated for six Academy Awards including Best Picture, but much of the media attention has focused on the audience reaction.

People passing out in their seats.  Vomiting in the aisles.  Staggering out of the cineplex, mentally scarred for life.

Popcorn didn’t seem prudent.

Nevertheless, I bravely walked into the theater, a super-sized Diet Coke my only comfort, and watched the film.  When it was over, I wished I could take off a few arms myself — of the folks who wrote those misleading, alarmist statements!

The bloodshed in 127 Hours is no worse than what you’ve seen in any number of Hollywood action films, and it lasts about 90 seconds.  Tarentino fans no doubt will find it lame.  It was harder for me to watch James Franco’s face as he made the agonizing decision to cut off his own arm as his only means of survival.

Sure, it’s a bit gutty, but you can always turn away if need be.  But that one scene does not set the tone for the entire film.

127 Hours is spiritual and inspiring — the soul searching exploration of a man wrestling between the acceptance of a certain death and his will to survive.

I almost didn’t see 127 Hours because I thought it would make me sick.  If someone else misses it for the same reason, I would feel even worse.