You really are clawing at everybody on your way out, aren’t you, 2016?
Carrie Fisher, actor best known for Star Wars (Princess Leia, General Organa!) / writer (Postcards from the Edge and other books) / mental health and women’s rights advocate, at 60 (WAY too young), of a heart attack. I have no words.
Ricky Harris, comedian / actor (Everybody Hates Chris), at 54 (also WAY too young), of a heart attack. I wasn’t a huge fan of Ricky’s, but I liked him on the show and I didn’t want to forget him here.
George Michael, musician (formerly of the 1980s pop duo Wham!) / secret philanthropist, at 53 (okay, now this is getting stupid) of heart failure–quietly in his sleep, apparently. I know a story about George where he doesn’t come off so well, but anyone can have a shitty day. I liked his music.
Richard Adams, writer (Watership Down–the bunny book) at 96, which is kind of old (but awesome). He also wrote The Plague Dogs–it’s a very hard read because after you finish it, you want to kill anyone who experiments on dogs.
Liz Smith, actor, Royle Family and The Vicar of Dibley, at 95, also of being old (but still awesome). I loved her as the dim-witted Letitia Cropley on Vicar.
RIP, folks, and party hearty with those who have gone before you. Our only consolation is that this bastard tire fire of a year from Planet Hell has only four more days left.
To end on a lighter note, read this tweet. It made me laugh out loud, which I think Carrie Fisher would have liked. And everybody please take good care of your hearts.