Welcome to what Dead Poolers refer to as The Confliction. I can only tell you that it fades, but never goes away entirely, as you become more jaundiced in life and focused on The Game.
When I scored one year with a bunch of Old Timers ( It was the year that John Gielgud and about 4 other old farts croaked.) it devastated me to know I had this Gift I can’t do math in my head, but Dead Pool stuff and who died when and how is like cake for me. and all my favorite actors were dropping like flies. Then I reconciled it with the fact that these folks hadn’t made a decent movie in decades and would never again.
Usually the sign they are about to shuffle this mortal coil ( whatever the hell that means) is making a total stink bomb of a film. Walter Mathau and Hanging Up, anyone? Grits and Hard Toast though I lack any formal or internet ministry training, I absolve you of your guilt and applaud you for picking such a good dead person!
I really need to start brushing up on my rappers and sports people.
You know, I honestly worked on my list this year. We are at just about the halfway point and my guys are simply not dying. I think that may have stopped trying.
Heck, poor old Tammy Faye Bakker is still suffering.
I am really beginning to wonder if there is some special talent involved in this game. If so, I ain’t got it.
I have a suggestion for next year’s game. In order to score off some of the really geezers, I suggest that either the base constant be raised from 100 to 120, or a flat amount of points, say 5 or 10, be awarded for those who pick centenarians who croak.
