Fear The Reaper

The Grim Reaper has been on the march this week.

I assume that His Skeletal Self has been sitting watching a box of Dynasty DVDs or re-runs on day time TV and then run out of disks or otherwise missed a long string of episodes. I am not a great fan of and do not generally watch soaps (except some of those that pretend to be something else, like Battlestar, or Buffy etc), but on occasion you do get drawn in and then the particular show and the strangely exaggerated plotlines do become overly compelling. When that happens, having the entertainment suddenly dry up can be very annoying.

So the Reaper took it out on the stars – first he took down John Forsythe and then, a few days later, Christopher Cazenove. Given that these things generally happen in threes, I assume that he also popped around to visit Joan Collins, but she is an immortal as anyone knows and will have sent him packing with the skull equivalent of a flea in his ear.

That was when we discovered that Death does not approve of punk music, or at least the Sex Pistols, for next thing we know, Malcolm McLaren
had shuffled off this mortal coil.

The entertainment world should take note of this carnage. Don’t cancel popular entertainments until you have satisfied yourself that Death himself is not a fan and if you do cancel without doing this most basic research, ensure that the cast is properly available for culling – no immortals, please, or someone else will be called to make up the numbers.

It’s an omen. Or an augury. I always confuse this stuff.

Fear The Reaper

The Grim Reaper has been on the march this week.

I assume that His Skeletal Self has been sitting watching a box of Dynasty DVDs or re-runs on day time TV and then run out of disks or otherwise missed a long string of episodes. I am not a great fan of and do not generally watch soaps (except some of those that pretend to be something else, like Battlestar, or Buffy etc), but on occasion you do get drawn in and then the particular show and the strangely exaggerated plotlines do become overly compelling. When that happens, having the entertainment suddenly dry up can be very annoying.

So the Reaper took it out on the stars – first he took down John Forsythe and then, a few days later, Christopher Cazenove. Given that these things generally happen in threes, I assume that he also popped around to visit Joan Collins, but she is an immortal as anyone knows and will have sent him packing with the skull equivalent of a flea in his ear.

That was when we discovered that Death does not approve of punk music, or at least the Sex Pistols, for next thing we know, Malcolm McLaren
had shuffled off this mortal coil.

The entertainment world should take note of this carnage. Don’t cancel popular entertainments until you have satisfied yourself that Death himself is not a fan and if you do cancel without doing this most basic research, ensure that the cast is properly available for culling – no immortals, please, or someone else will be called to make up the numbers.

It’s an omen. Or an augury. I always confuse this stuff.