Does Anyone Know Who We’re Grieving For?
I wonder if the BBC shouldn’t run some kind of opt-out scheme where celebrities can sign a form that reads “In the event of my untimely death, please, under no circumstances should the BBC invite everycunt to share their half-formed opinions of me (after googling me to work out who the fuck they think I was) or tell desperately tenuous stories about how they once took a photo of me while I was looking at a helmet in the Jorvik Viking Centre. Thanks”.
Thanks to Jon for finding this first one.
i think her organs should have been harvested
pym, usa
As usual, much of the thread is full of self-important teeth-gnashing masquerading as concern. There’s a surprising amount of giddy bumwank about ski helmets and the usual collection of cockends who’ve never heard of her and are angry that anyone else has.
I like this one. I’m not sure if it’s a message of condolence or simply a set of instructions on “how to ski”.
It looks like the UK is having its Sony Bono moment. These celebrity skiing deaths happen occasionally. Michael Kennedy had died a week before Bono. at the end of 1997. Skiing is dangerous: one is trying to balance on a slick surface, going down a steep slope–all while having to constantly shift one’s position in order to execute turns. A helmet might well have helped prevent the injury. It is important to bear in mind the one is likely to fall–and that the packed snow can be very hard.
Arthur Pomar, Milwaukee, WI, United States
But my favourite so far is this one from a chap who arrived late to the griefathon and, despite forgetting his P.E kit, gamely agreed to join the grieving in his underwear.
I have never heard of Natasha Richardson Before, but it seems many people have, and like them, I think that any death, particularly any death that results from such a minor incident, is indeed a tragedy.
steve

