Shecky Greene
He was funny. Mostly because his name was actually Shecky.
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He was funny. Mostly because his name was actually Shecky.
The Methodist preacher who founded the American Family Association spent half a century watching more filth than anyone in America so you wouldn’t have to. He went after Disney, NYPD Blue, Madonna’s Pepsi commercial and the Playboy rack at 7-Eleven, and wrote angry letters about all of it. Lewy body dementia took him at 85, so the last thing he forgot was who he was mad at. Heaven’s cable package is about to get a lot more restrictive.
Bald. Played guitar. Yo yo master. Quite the ladies man.
Tough call on his best film here. It was either Love Story or An Alan Smithee Film: Burn Hollywood Burn. Thoughts?
Yeah - he made over 100 shows, won a pile of awards and honors, but they did NOT name that jet after him. So, yeah.
First woman on the Supreme Court, and she was replaced with Samuel Alito. How's THAT for a kick in the pants?
And Irish singer with bad teeth. We got nothing here.
He was the guy who said "Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac". Good thing, too - because he's uglier than a mud fence.
She won the Presidential Medal of Freedom, is in the Women's Hall of Fame, won countless awards, and has four degrees. She was also married to some sort of politician.
First guy to fly around the moon. He was offered the job to actually LAND on the moon, but he turned it down. From where we sit, that's pretty badass.
Weird that he died of a heart attack. He was such a calm, collected guy.
The guy had nicknames like "Hondo", "the Washington Monument" and "the Capital Punisher". Pretty cool, considering he hurt is back on his first swing playing in the Japanese League. What a wuss.
Mental note: make sure you have Friends that know how to swim.
They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother
(Shut your mouth)
But I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft
(Then we can dig it)
We can all mourn the loss of her work with Thighmaster. You thought we forgot that? Come on.
She may have been a child of a lesser God, but we really liked her twin peaks.
Instead of us writing something funny here, just read his name a few times. There you go. All done.
Tragically cut down in the prime of her political career. Sad.
OK, OK. We get that he owned hotels and department stores and "football" clubs, but would anyone know this dud if it son wasn't with Diana? We say no. But here we are.
Married four times and engaged three other times. Sheesh. Why can't we have that kind of money to throw away?
Just basically an actor with no scandals at all that we can find. Wait - looking again.
Nope. No scandals. All good.
The Czech novelist wrote The Unbearable Lightness of Being, a book bought by millions of college students and finished by eleven of them. He spent half a century in Paris refusing interviews, rewriting his own translations and getting tipped for the Nobel every October like a man waiting by the phone. He died at 94 without getting the call. Now he can find out exactly how light being is.
The Republican senator from Connecticut became a Watergate hero by being the first in his party to say Nixon should go, which his party never forgave. He helped write the Americans with Disabilities Act, then went home, started his own party, got elected governor and gave Connecticut its first income tax. Few men have been hated by so many Republicans and so many Connecticut taxpayers at the same time. He died at 92.
She won the Academy Award for Best Actress twice, and didn't show to collect either time because she had other commitments. Wow.
Three-time prime minister, TV billionaire, owner of AC Milan and the only head of government to host “bunga bunga” parties and then explain them in court. He survived dozens of criminal cases, a tax-fraud conviction, a souvenir cathedral to the face and his own hair transplants, governing Italy like a cruise director with immunity. Leukemia finally convicted him at 86. His state funeral was held at Milan’s Duomo, the first party he ever attended where nobody brought a date.
Invitations to the memorial service will be sent promptly by mail.
You know, usually, a guy involved in sports this long has something interesting that has happened to him at some point in his long life. Not this guy. Baseball. That's it.
Yeah, yeah - great football player. But basically a jerk in most all other respects.
So, you know.
Hre was a wrestler, with a name like a preacher, a beard like a biker, earrings like a socialite, and clothes like a circus clown. How do you not like this guy?
Great. Now we're going to have that "Day-O" song stuck in our heads all day.
The first man to drive 400, 500 and 600 miles an hour, in jet-powered cars he named Spirit of America. In 1964 he lost his parachutes at Bonneville, mowed down a telephone pole and landed in a brine pond, then climbed out and announced, “For my next trick, I’ll set myself on fire.” Cancer caught him at 86, the first thing in sixty years that went faster than he did.
He was the first coach to lead a team to four Super Bowl appearances. And he lost all four! Hooray!
Say what you want, but the guy knew his way around a Baretta.
A two-time World Series champion catcher and Steve Carlton’s personal babysitter, he spent the next two decades in the Fox booth explaining baseball to people who already understood it. Entire websites existed only to collect the things he said on air, and the Hall of Fame gave him its broadcasting award anyway. Heart failure got him at 81. Joe Buck can finally finish a sentence.
She graduated with honors from high school, went to church every Sunday, and had an absolutely amazing rack.
"On his own"
"No more raindrops fallin on his head"
Your choice.
President of Pakistan who survived 14 assassination attempts. Beloved? No. Maybe not.
Quite apart from being a fairly prolific actress, she was also a pretty solid person, humanitarian, and not-so-full-of-herself socialite. Also: Great Rack.
Being Evel Knievel’s son left one career option, so in 1989 Robbie jumped the fountains at Caesars Palace, the same ones that broke his father into pieces, and actually landed it. He made more than 350 jumps and set 20 world records before his body sounded like a bag of gravel. Pancreatic cancer finally made him stick a landing at 60. He’s back with Dad, presumably both in traction.
Abused in her teens, father died from drug overdose when she was 9, married 4 times (once to Nic Cage), had 4 kids and an estate worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Hard to image how she died so young.
Maybe now he'll stop fucking banging on everything in sight! Sheesh.