On the cover of Shabby Road, Cecil is pictured without shoes, which, in Yeti mythology, is a sign of death. And on the coda of "Strawberry Tarts Forever, " Dex intones “Cece is a goner,” which is very bad Lithuanian for “have you a wildebeest?”
No, what’s gnu with you?
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-The Peanut Butter Pop Sensation-- Cecil’s early 1970s folk-rock band-- is talking of a reunion tour without Cecil on autoharp.
(lonely tear running down face)“I never even got to meet him”… (and sigh.)
“Alright that’s a wrap…good work Jali.”
Cecil is not dead.
He’s just pining for the fjords.
I heard that Cecil used to say that he hoped someone would leave a bottle of Root Beer on his grave on every anniversary of his death. SDSAB constantly assigned questions obviously written in Ed Zotti’s handwriting asking whether a can of rootbeer is the moral equivalent of a bottle of rootbeer.
Everyone still alive from Cecil’s infamous “People I Want to Kill” list are no longer in hiding.
Cecil’s planned sitcom project with Matt LeBlanc “Two Dudes” seems to be in permanent “development.”
There is a trail of blood from Cecil’s last known location leading to a unexplored cave.
Constant flow of “Did We Serve You Well?” survey requests from a tombstone manufacturer sent to SD offices.
He is an ex-Cecil, gone to join the choir invisible.
Or maybe he’s just resting, and nailed to the perch.
And in related news, Slortar’s functionality virtually intact.
Of course, now I have to answer the time-honored question of what to do with a hungry Cecil-zombie.
Cecil was the one vehemently opposed to the editing feature. Eventually Ed couldn’t stand it any more. Things got ugly.
Meh, to each their own.
I just wanted to say that I love the way you do lists, Happy. So random - so unexpected - all dashes, then out of nowhere - A 12!
Cecil’s not dead. He’s in all of us, everywhere.
Didn’t Nietzsche say something similar?
I almost edited it during my grace period, but then I thought “What Would Cecil Do?”
He’d leave it in.
17 and 23 no longer correlate.
A building’s overhead crane must have knocked the side out of him.
According to the Social Security Death Index, Cecil passed November 27, 2006.
He had apparently spent the long Thanksgiving weekend with relatives in the cotton belt near Sikeston, MO, when he took ill after an experiment involving leftover pork sausage dressing and a few days later expired.
a moment of silence, please.
-His latest video to appear on al Jazeera was dated 10-16-2006, but in it he was clearly doing the crossword from the March 18, 2005 issue of The Reader
-Don Henley hasn’t received a Christmas card from Cecil in two years.
-His voice mailbox has been completely full since at least last April.
-Some papers carrying Straight Dope column with byline “by Paul McCartney.”
-Galleys for most columns feature “BRAINS” repeated over and over where response should be.
Soylent Green…IT’S MADE OF CECIL!!! hands to face in horror
Pigeons bobbing their heads in apparent grief.
-Currently #34 on the NYT Hardcover Nonfiction Bestseller List: There’s No Debate: Cecil Adams has Died and Here’s How it Happened