Oh how I love to read the obituaries in the good grey lady. Today's was a gem.
From the second paragraph:
"The cause was complications of liver cancer..."
From the third paragraph:
"Flamboyant and loquacious, wealthy and generous, Mr. Richards was a high roller in the theater world, and a high liver..."
Swoon. Liver, liver.
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It was organic to his nature. He was, after all, "a walking heart."
Yeah De! I was going to work the heart in too, but I decided to cut and run. Glad you mentioned it!
Delightful.
Love it.
I have a friend who's grandmother read the obits every day, then crossed the names out of the phone book.
Ack! I misspelled "who's"! Now I won't be able to sleep tonight!
I mean, "whose." Okay, I'll stop now.
Oh, this is just grand.
How I love words. And I love what De added.
Or, as they say in French:
--La vie vaut-elle la peine?
--Question de foie.
That is lovely. And given the attention to words in the obituary, it pleases me to think that it was a deliberate play with words.
Damn, can you imagine that guy's apartment?
It's a palace. Probably on 5th Avenue. Honestly, in my next life I want to be that guy.
Fabulous. And I reckon he wrote it himself.
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