Bizarre Editor, Evil, dies in Ironic Twist
Evil Editor, founder of the self-flaggelation web site of that same name, died tragically this weekend, the victim of a stray bullet from an attempted suicide gone right.
He is survived by his many minions, several of whom are now aimlessly wandering the streets of New York carrying stacks of paper strangely inscribed with the words "insipid" and "drivel" in bright blue ink across the top of the first page and every page thereafter.
Hundreds of minions gathered at a graveside service this week and could be seen politely but enthusiastically taking turns stomping upon his grave. According to pre-arranged funeral plans Mr. Evil was to be cremated; however, due to the fact that he burst into flames at the moment of his expiration most found the idea repetitive, redundant, and a bit like doing the same thing over and over again.
Described as a visionary and often as a damn son-of-a-bitch by those who knew him well, Mr. Editor was probably best known for his oft-spoken desire to rip the heart and soul out of every young writer he met.
In the end, though, it may indeed be the words upon his tombstone that describe Mr. Editor best: Loved by few - Loathed by many - Feared by all.