For the past week, I’ve been watching movies for the Obvious Bigtime Awards Show (that I won’t mention by name, lest someone find me and fire me or something…) and all of these movies have one thing in common.  They are being watched because someone involved in the making of the movie croaked this year.  I did this 5 years ago for the SAG Awards, and for some reason that didn’t really bother me.  Maybe because I wasn’t in my 30s yet.  Maybe I used to be a heartless Hollywood hack.  Or, maybe because now I’m watching movies that I originally watched for one dude being dead, and now the other dude is dead and fuck me, watching The Muppet Movie is a real bag o’ laughs when everyone in every scene is fucking dead.  Even goddamned Kermit the fucking Frog is dead.

I watch the movie in fast forward, and say, dead, dead, he’s dead, she’s dead, camera-man dead, writer dead, director dead, dead, is he dead?, not dead, dead, dead, dead.

No one else is allowed to die. I know it’s going to get crowded down here, and traffic in Los Angeles is a bitch already, but I can’t take it.  No more death.  No more legacies.  Let’s just all stay alive a little while longer.  At least until the Obvious Bigtime Awards Show is over.