Evil Editor passed away July 16th after a sushi binge at Masa. An autopsy has been scheduled to determine whether the cause of death was tainted mackerel or the sight of the bill.
"EE" is survived by son Evil Jr., daughter Evilette, and dogs Evil Beagle and Beelzebub III. Also by "Grisham, that bastard, so at least I won't have to edit any more of his crap," as his will directed that his obituary be worded, unless Grisham died first, in which case we were to say, "but at least he outlived Grisham, that bastard."
Though he was responsible for the success of the finest writers of the past half-century, it was the thousands of followers of his blog who meant the most to EE. Especially . . . well, she knows who she is.
In lieu of flowers, please send donations to Mrs. Robert Mugawbe, cancer patient and widow residing in the Ivory Coast (Contact information available through Liggett and Myers Funeral Home).
--Evil Editor
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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This made my morning. (yes, I know that's a suck-up line, but it did.)
Best of the lot.
If you are dead, how did you...? I didn't get the memo that this was a slipstream exercise.
Bill H.
Aww...I knew you loved me best. (giggle giggle flush)Your Grisham comments made me laugh out loud. Thanks for the Sunday morning amusement.
And...please excuse any harshness that may have seeped forth in my obit. You know I love ya and I'm always grateful to have the wonderful resource that is the Evil Editor blog. And I'm even grateful for the great Evil himself.
BTW, you really should stay away from the sushi in NY. That seaweed wrap stuff...really grass from central park. (shh-don't tell)
Somewhere in Japan, Ril stares in confusion at his screen.
"Wait, EE STILL thinks I'm a woman?"
(Also, loved this.)
I've been out of town most of the weekend, doing a not-fun-at-all thing.
I had a few ideas for your obit, Sparky, but they were too lame to do quickly (they needed rewriting...), plus, I was creeped out even thinking about you ceasing to exist, even in pretend-mode.
Now that I'm back, I would say thanks and I love you for the
especially...well, she knows who she is part, but then you'd break my heart and say it was all about someone else, and I can't be having that after the weekend I've had.
So I won't say it.
Ha, Kiersten! Very funny.
Loved the obit.
I think it was the bill that killed you, by the way.
That and I hate sushi like I hate the plague.
First of all, it stinks, and because it's freakin' uncooked dead fish and other squiggly, squirmy stuff wrapped up in seaweed crap to, what, make it more palatable?
Good Lord.
Sparky, you need some new food.
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