And the Highest Earning Dead Celebrity Is...
Who is the highest earning dead celebrity?
I would have guessed Michael Jackson, but I would have been wrong.
Who is the highest earning dead celebrity?
I would have guessed Michael Jackson, but I would have been wrong.
By Michael Roe
Yesterday, Scrubs star and Garden State writer/director Zach Braff became the latest victim in a series of web slayings. This year has brought many visits from the Grim Reaper, some of them real, some of them completely fabricated, and thankfully Braff's RIP post, like Jeff Goldblum's earlier this year, was complete bunkum.
In order to calm fans upset by his untimely demise, Zach Braff issued an "I'm not dead yet!" post on Facebook and the following video statement:
Dead dead death. George O'Malley is dead. But we knew that already because we knew TR Knight quit.
But sometimes you know your grandma has cancer. And then she dies. Did knowing she had cancer soften the blow? No.
Oh, George.
What will I do? Will I wail in agony? Will I act like nothing happened? Will I find someone with whom to have compulsive anonymous sex? To hell with Elizabeth Kubler Ross. Reactions to death are like fingerprints.
It has been a while since Anna Nicole was in the news. Anna Nicole Smith's doctors, psychiatrist Khristine Eroshevich and internist Sandeep Kapoor, and her boyfriend and attorney Howard K. Stern pleaded not guilty to conspiring to illegally provide her with controlled substances. A preliminary hearing is scheduled for next month.
This is less a public notice of her death and more an expression a fan's grief over her passing and a morbid reflection on watching the evidence of one's childhood slipping into the chewing maw of time. Happy Thursday!
I had a thing for strong-jawed, wilful, blond women when I was a kid, which meant that I studied M*A*S*H's Major Margaret "Hotlips" Houlihan, The Muppets' Janice, and Mary Travers whenever I could catch them on our white plastic television. They stood tall, spoke loudly, and didn't avoid attention. To me, they were demi-gods.
Major news outlets have just reported that actor, singer and dancer Patrick Swayze has passed away with his family by his side. While a cause of death was not reported, it was likely due to complications from his long struggle with pancreatic cancer. Swayze was 57. He was a great talent and will be sorely missed.
Patrick Swayze had a long career in television, film and stage work, but is probably most fondly remembered for his role as dancer Johnny Castle in Dirty Dancing and, more recently, for the recently cancelled A&E series, The Beast.
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Authorities will need to conduct toxicology tests, expected to take
weeks, to determine what killed celebrity disc jockey DJ AM after an initial Autopsy was inconclusive. The prevailing theory is suicide, but the coroner has not ruled anything conclusively at this point.
The police found a crack pipe and prescription pills in the apartment where they discovered DJ AM's body Friday evening. But we still don't know whether this was accidental overdose, intentional suicide, or even some kind of foul play. Nothing has been ruled out, although the authorities have said there is no concrete evidence of homicide.
When Adam Goldstein, better known as DJ AM died this weekend under mysterious circumstances, anyone who knew his story was understandably shocked and saddened. The 36 year old spin master was a former drug addict, clean for nine years, and had amazingly survived a plane crash last year wherein he and friend and collaborator Travis Barker were the only two to make it out alive. If people have nine lives, DJ AM was living proof.
Well, now he's dead. Found in his NYC apartment amidst drug paraphernalia, AM was located by police after not being heard from for several days. He was already dead when the police broke down his door. So what happened? How could a man who had escaped death on more than one occasion end up like this? Some people may dismiss this as another junkie celeb who got sloppy and ended up dead, but take a look at some evidence that could change that tune.
According to a just released report, the Corner has ruled Michael Jackson's death a homicide.
The most likely suspect, his personal physician Dr. Conrad Murray, who is being investigated for involuntary manslaughter charges.
A search warrant affidavit was also released today which states "toxicology analysis shows Michael Jackson had lethal levels of propofol in his blood."
My kids are crazy about Green Day. Whether it's my 5-year-old daughter doing ballet spins around the living room while sweetly requesting me to wake her up before September ends or my 11-year-old son pumping his fist and urging me to know my enemy, they're sold on Green Day without question. Certified Green Day heads.
And I have a confession to make. I just didn't get it. Their enthusiasm for Green Day made me feel like my Dad.
A couple weeks ago, I wrote about the Beastie Boys and the way they appeared in my life right when my life needed a soundtrack, something tumultuous and funky. They made my Dad sneer and shake his head. And then twenty-some years later, I scoffed my way right into being my Dad. 21st Century Breakdown? Pfft.
But then I saw them last week. And they killed me. I stood dumfounded in the midst of something much bigger than an obviously great show. It was the vision of my son hearing himself. I watched my son raging into his very own face.
It would all make a fantastic CSI episode, and I'm sure it will be one, as soon as they can get a script.
The remains of model Jasmine Fiore were identified using the serial numbers on her breast implants, and the international manhunt for the lead suspect in her murder continues, Authorities have deduced that Ryan Jenkins walked across the Washington/Canadian border to flee authorities. Jenkins' body was found today.
Ryan Jenkins was a contestant on VH1's reality show Megan Wants A Millionaire, and the upcoming VH1 show I Love Money 3. Both shows have been cancelled in light of the arrest warrant.
I always knew reality contestants were shady, but could this guy really be a murderer?
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Just when we thought we were out, they pull us back in. Oh, 80s musicians! When will you have done with your wacky high jinx?
Didn't grunge kill you? Then why won't you stay dead? Stop insisting on us to wake you up before we go-go. We're already gone-gone. And yet everywhere we look, there you are.
When did the alternative to making music become getting arrested? And good God, Michael Jackson rest in peace. You've got no business in LL Cool J's dreams.
John Hughes, iconic director of 80s classics such as The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, and Sixteen Candles has died.
It is reported that the director had a heart attack during a morning walk in NYC's Central Park, and later passed away.
The director will be sorely missed by his legion fans, and MamaPop sends our condolences to his family and friends.
Mr. Hughes was 59.
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Gidget, the chihuahua who became a star in those ubiquitous Taco Bell commercials, has died from a stroke at the age of 16. I've never written a tribute to a dog, but I felt like this one had to be written. After all, with all the Carne Asada Chalupas and Burrito Supremes I've scarfed down over the years, Gidget's death feels like a major passing (no pun intended.) Sort of like how some of you KFC eaters might have felt when Colonel Sanders kicked the bucket (again, no pun intended.)