Okay, no, I don’t want anybody to just up and die butt jeez, there are a few that absolutely disgust me and I wouldn’t hesitate to pee on their tombstone. Bad thing is, there’s a chance death would bring them the stardom or iconification they desire. Who would you like to see pass quietly, never to be heard from again? Here are a few of mine…
First to mind is Joan Collins. Holy Slutpuppy, what a disgusting wench. Mind you, I love the tortuous emotions an evocative, sexually mature woman can instill as much as the next guy but I prefer mine with at least a modicum of class. Maybe more the Lauren Bacall type.
Second (to no one) is William Shatner. I had no idea I could hurl across two rooms until I heard him sing in the Priceline.com segment. Has he no shame?
I’d like to kick that freakin battery so far up Robert Conrad’s backside it’d be AC/DC.
Keanu Reeves. Maybe not die, just please go away. My popcorn Acts better.
Paul Riser (see Keanu Reeves.)
That goofy-assed, big-toothed, 6’10" looking motivational speaker… Tony somebody??? (Is it Robbins?) I’m sorry but I really, really don’t care to be anything like him.
I know I’m missing a few. Any suggestions? Here’s a twist… how about suggestions for the nature of their demise as well?
Hi lieu! Unfortunately, I’m afraid when Shatner passes on, the trekkies of the world will undoubtedly build cathedrals in his memory. There’s no chance of him leaving without some sort of laudation.
I foresee, also, the Saintification of Barbara Streisand, but I don’t look forward to it.
Any and all of the current round of British ex-hooligans and criminals pushing the “they were good to their mum” myth of the gentleman gangster. It was bad enough with the Kray twins, and I’d just like Frankie Fraser, Dougie Brimson and everyone like them to disappear quickly and quietly.
Hey Germey! Two excellent calls so mebbe all we can do is as mentioned plan the nature of their demist. What was that trekisode called… The trouble with tribbles? Maybe Bill’s final frontier will explore the Trouble with Gerbils.
Barbara? Easy. She get’s a nose job and forever after sounds like Fran Dresher.
There’s a rather obvious choice who already has a few threads about her right now: Madonna. I’m sick of her, have been sick of her for fifteen years, and when she finally dies they’re going to lionize her. I think I’ll take an extended vacation to Vanatu when that happens.
I just saw her in this movie awhile ago, this civil war themed drama, and her character was raised as a white Southern belle, but actually had a black mother (which I really couldn’t figure out–how could she not catch on? With a black father, he would never have to know, but with a black mother. . . I mean, wouldn’t she want her child back? Wouldn’t the girl’s mother who raised her be a little suspicious, or pissed off raising another woman’s child? just seems kinda unrealistic–of course, I missed a pretty decent ammount of the movie, so maybe it was explained). Anyway, once I finally caught on that she was biricial, I didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the film 'cause I was just thinking, “Wait–that’s the chick from Flashdance? Is she really black? She looks white. Maybe the actress is really biracial–but she looks white.” I made a mental note to research this, but got distracted and forgot.
This thread makes me think of Michael Landon and how America started acting like this was the first guy to ever die. I nearly puked on a daily basis through that whole period!
I’m pretty happy that Idi Amin has quietly descended into syphillitic dementia in Saudi Arabia rather than becoming a martyr or going back to what he did best: acting like a supreme asshole. Does that count?
Pamela Anderson
Howard Stern
Charlie Sheen
Jay Leno
Don’t want them to die, just want the world to realize sheen is a pervert women abusing shit heap (if they don’t already-being a whore screwer kind of makes the statement), howard stern is just messed up, and Jay Leno isn’t funny. And sure she’s attractive, but Pamela has a face like a troll doll. Remember those? If you have one, put a little blonde wig on it and some drag queen make-up…there you go! See, I told you. Its a miniature Pamela.
Actually, I want this one to die - Madonna. But only if she dies in some really stupid way, like falling into an open sewer or something. I wouldn’t piss on her tombstone, however, because she’s already taken way too much of my valuable time by way of her lame, transparent attempts to generate attention.
Madonna, face it - you suck and you’re getting old. Nobody cares!
Impossible. Someone mentioned Carrot Top and you all know damn well that if Carrot Top got hit by a bus (or OD’d on pills and alchohol) the sound of millions of cheering Americans would be drowned out by the media’s plaintive cries mourning the tragic loss of this beloved entertainer.
I get the feeling that if she died now, there would be some media hype about it for a couple of weeks, then it would die down and in 10 years time, people would say, “Rosie who?”.
That woman is so self centered, she could crap in Central Park, say her feces doesn’t stink, and then she would turn around and stick her name on it and claim it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.