Nominated to the Country Music Hall of Fame the day AFTER she died. That's a new one. It's usually that kind of thing that ends up being the kiss of death.

Chair North.
A Rich Thorn.
Arron Hitch.

Sometimes when we can't think of a good obit for someone, we just come up with anagrams of the person's name.

Rat Rhonchi.
Ah, Rich Tron.

Now is one of those times.

Aside from having a REALLY annoying voice, he was...well....let us get back to you.

Bye bye, Bobby.

First female Secretary of State, spoke 8 languages, and - we're not kidding here - could leg press 400 pounds. Also - dead.

He'll wait in that place where the sun never shines.

Whatever happened to Oona Orr?

The final in the Eastern European Leader Derby of Death is Franjo over Vaclav by a nose.

This bird flew the coop just a few hours too early for some player named Kally.

What's a Tim Conway?
Significantly less these days.

He wrote The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, The Bonfire of the Vanities, and The Right Stuff, which are really all just stories about a bunch of crazy people.

The thrill is really gone now.

You know when you sometimes refer to someone as a "dirty, lowlife, thieving, scumbag, huckster asshole"? This was the guy that coined that phrase.

Or, as he was known in the poetry world, Stan "The Man" Kunitz.

The unsolvable mystery here is how this hunk of wood kept getting work. The guy was like a marionette, for Chris'sakes.

DeCeased.

The King of the Yugoslavian tennis-Dad editorial cartoonists is toast.

The ashes of this champion of the Florida Everglades will be scattered over her beloved wetlands. She'll then become one of the few people for whom the epithet "pond scum" accurately applies.

"Put a coupla pennies on Ol' Blue Eyes .... He's a goner."
No, that's no good. We gotta do better than that. How 'bout
"Start spreadin' the news -- he's dead."
No, that's lame. This death is big. This death is bigger than big. It's huge. We need something really fantastic, like
"The Chairman is as stiff as a board."
That sucks. Dammit, we've got to think harder!
"From Here To Eternity."
Awful.
"Shot down in May."
Pathetic. Wait a sec,
"He did it--"
No, no, that's worse than the Henny Youngman thing. Jesus, the pressure is killing us. Do you people have any idea what this is like? Seventy-five million of you bloodthirsty sons-of-bitches are gonna be checking into this site right here, just to see what we write about Frank, and you know what? Yeah, he was a big star and a boozer and a womanizer and a pig and everything, but we know you bastards, and you're vicious. You're gonna want us to go for the jugular on this one, and man, we just weren't ready. Yeah, yeah, we shoulda seen it coming, it's true, but, jeez, the guy's like a statue or something, you know? Somehow, we just couldn't imagine it really, actually happening. And now it's happened, and we're completely stuck. Shit. We're fucked. We've been waiting and waiting for them to plant this old fart and put us in the spotlight, and now that baby's trained right on us, and we don't know what the hell to do. Okay, hang on. We've just got to pull it together and give it our best shot. Okay. Let's take a deep breath. We can get through this. Alright. Here we go. Ready?
"He's been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet -- and now he's a corpse."
God, that's horrible. Sorry.

Now you see him .... Now you don't.

He's now in the Inner Circle of Fifths.

This is your brain on steroids ....