Birgit Nilsson
Of all the opera singers to come out of Västra Karup in Skåne (roughly 60 miles north of Malmö), she was our favorite.
For the 32nd year running, our fondest farewells to the recently departed. If they were on anybody’s list, or mattered at all, they’re here. Looking for everybody? Try the Directory.
Of all the opera singers to come out of Västra Karup in Skåne (roughly 60 miles north of Malmö), she was our favorite.
This guy wasn't much of a gentleman, and we don't know where the hell he was from, but he's gonna yield just the same.
That Steel Curtain was a hell of a defense, but it's not much good against emphysema.
His newest generation of fans had come to know him as "Skeeyotch."
Jesus Christ, another million-year-old baseball player. Give us a frickin' break!
For years, his wit made him perfect
For game shows and talk shows and roasts
But now, TV's "Poet Laureate"
Ain't got shit to say, 'cause he's toast.
Maybe now we can all stop pretending that whole Holocaust thing ever happened.
The pride of Bippus, Indiana. Doesn't exactly make you want to pack your bags, does it?
Truly an inspiration, Clarence became a successful musician and singer despite his horrific dental deformity.
Hard to believe this little idiot lasted as long as he did.
Miss Ellie just wasn't the same after J.R.'s second marriage failed, and then when she had to throw Clayton out of the house, well, you know the kind of strain that can put on a woman's heart, plus, with the boys fighting all the time...how the hell did anybody watch this crap?
Showbiz can be screwy, sometimes, but there's a good chance that this will have a seriously negative impact on his ratings.
He was hailed as a British blues legend, a phrase with about as much meaning as "French war hero."
All through that Civil War epic, we thought he was folksy and charming but as soon as he showed up in the baseball thing, we hated his guts. Maybe it was the beard.
That's gotta suck. Three more weeks and he would've found out who Deep Throat was.
A man named Perdue, who sold chicken
Did so well, it would make your heart quicken
For six decades old Frank
Clucked his way to the bank
'Til the day that his own heart stopped tickin'
What more fitting send-off can we possibly give to the lead guitarist for Foghat than "Take it easy (arreear-neearr dahna danahna)"?
Any truth to the rumor that his coffin features a gull-wing lid?
This guy predicted Russki trouble way before anyone else, and he was great in Airport '79.
Pronounced like "beta." We'll let you draw your own conclusions.
This guy was the greatest. Unlike any other televangelist, he came across as a psycho college professor, unkempt and ranting, possibly on drugs. Sometimes he played sax. Once, when he was upset about the paucity of donations, we watched him smoke an entire cigar, without saying a word, for twenty minutes. This was late-night UHF programming at its most riveting, folks, and Dr. Gene will be missed.
Looks like his loathing finally overcame his fear.
Death of a playwright, who just happens to have spent five years boning Marilyn Monroe.
Organ player ... uh ... organ donor ... uh ... something with organs ....
In the words of former U.S. Senator John 'Bluto' Blutarsky, "Wormer? He's a dead man!"
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ere's eternity!
The truth finally comes out, now that she's gone, that Nixon
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The human drama of athletic competition gives way to the crude aroma of a man