Posts Tagged ‘death’

George Carlin. I’ll Miss That Guy.

June 23, 2008

From The Associated Press:

Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television. Some People Are Stupid. Stuff. People I Can Do Without. George Carlin, who died of heart failure Sunday at 71, leaves behind not only a series of memorable routines, but a legal legacy: His most celebrated monologue, a frantic, informed riff on those infamous seven words, led to a Supreme Court decision on broadcasting offensive language.

The counterculture hero’s jokes also targeted things such as misplaced shame, religious hypocrisy and linguistic quirks – why, he asked, do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?

Carlin, who had a history of heart trouble, went into St. John’s Health Center in Santa Monica on Sunday afternoon complaining of chest pain and died later that evening, said his publicist, Jeff Abraham. He had performed as recently as last weekend at the Orleans Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas.

“He was a genius and I will miss him dearly,” Jack Burns, who was the other half of a comedy duo with Carlin in the early 1960s, told The Associated Press.

I think I first saw George on an HBO special that I was probably too young at the time to be watching. He instantly became one of my favorite comedians. I also loved him when he started appearing in Kevin Smith films as a hitch-hiker offering blow jobs in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and then as the father of Ben Affleck in Jersey Girl.

I worked at this seafood restaurant for my four years in high school and one of the cooks there, aptly named George, was like a carbon copy of Carlin. He looked like him and he talked like him and he was just as funny and profane as him. I loved going to work to hear what the guy would say next, it was like going to a comedy show instead of work.

George Carlin was scheduled to play a gig in my town sometime soon and I planned on sitting outside the tent to listen, because I couldn’t afford the tickets. I will always be glad that he was around and it is a sad day to see him go.

On that note, here’s George:

I propose a toast:

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cock sucker, mother fucker, tits, fart, turd and tuat. Thanks for the insight George, and goodbye.

Not Your Average Sleeping Bag

April 11, 2008

I don’t see something too often that completely throws off my daily thoughts of the world and my own life. I was driving home and I saw an ambulance and a police car on the side of the road. As I am driving by they are rolling out the stretcher. Here is how my thoughts processed as I look at the stretcher:

Oh, there’s a person on a stretcher….That person’s in a bag…OH!…THAT PERSON IS IN A BAG!

Oddly enough, after realizing what I had just seen, the very first thing that popped in my head was the news footage I had seen the day Heath Ledger died, but that was just TV. To actually see a bag with a body in it right in front of your face is the second closest I’ve been to a dead body.

The first closest:

There was this guy that lived down the street from us and his and my family were good friends. My brothers and I used to see him a lot and talk to him when we were kids. He was probably in his mid-20’s when he had a brain aneurysm and died from it. I was in middle school when it happened and it didn’t quite affect me right away. Then we went to his wake, and it was an open casket. That was a really weird and scary thing to see. I forget what a lot of things and people look like, but that image will be with me forever.

All I hope for is that for every person that dies, there is another person to miss them.