First Farrah Fawcett. Then Lorena Gale (ELOSHAAAAAAAAAA! *cries*).
Now Michael Jackson.
Seriously, what's up with God today? Is he pissed off at us or something? 'Cause that might explain the suddenly very long obituary pages.
*looks worriedly at flisters and RL friends* Don't die on me, kay? Especially you. And you. And you.