Mickey Carroll, one of the last munchkins, is gone.
Dom DiMaggio, Joe’s brother is called out at age 92. Not a good week to be named Dom.
Much to my surprise, somebody had him. 11 points to 5 time champ.
Lynyrd Skynyrd bassist Donald “Ean” Evans.
As far as I can tell, thats 52 points that nobody picked up.
And he’s not only merely dead, he’s really most sincerely dead!
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why each and every one of us is going to hell. (In a hand basket very similar to the one Dorothy carried.)
Danny Ozark, who managed the Philadelphia Phillies to three straight National League East titles from 1976-78, has died at the age of 85. Ozark also served on the Los Angeles Dodgers’ coaching staff before and after his time with the Phils.
Save me a seat by the window, twicks.
I’ve told some folks I know about my participation in this game and it horrifies them. The way I look at it is by imaginging if someone was making jokes, like those above, about my own death. I’d think it was cool that people “cared” like that! So I don’t feel guilty.
I’ll bring the picnic lunch to put in the basket.
My Islamic coworkers find it very sinful.
I hate to mention it yet again, but I’ve seen on Access Hollywood that Farrah Fawcett does appear to be circling the drain for real this time. Perhaps the reason she hasn’t left this mortal coil quite yet is that she herself has not given up hope yet. Poor thing, I just hope she’s not suffering too much. 
And yes, I’ve been told that I’m very morbid. I’ve also been reading the obits practically every day since I was in my 20s, so I guess I’ve just been this way for some time. I’m not really gloating over anyone’s passing … well, unless they’re on my list, that is. 
My SO was horrified last year when I did a little happy dance for Jim McKay, because I had a unique pick.
… and Patrick Swayze is still smoking.
Unfortunately, Pete Doherty and Amy Winehouse both seem to be behaving themselves these days.
When one door closes, another opens.
Same applies to coffins. Or something.
I like to check out the obits of folks that died at 99, to see how close they made it to 100. The best obituary I ever saw was that of a local man who died two freakin’ days before his 100th birthday. Pretty standard obit, until the last line “The party planned for his 100th birthday will go on as scheduled.” That’s how I’d hope it would be with me. My funeral will be a standard church affair, but instead of the usual gloomy lunch I’d like them to have champagne and strawberries or something like that.
Shit at this point, why not? What’s the worst that can happen? He’ll get cancer?
Yeah, but do they ask you " Did you have ( the lastest stiff.)"
yeah, she seemed to straighten up right after I picked her! :smack:
My co-workers think it’s morbid, but when I mentioned that I had Peter Jennings the year he died, they were amazed. “But he wasn’t even sick last year.”
Chuck Daly, former coach of the Detroit Pistons and the “Dream Team” at the 1992 Olympics, has died.