Heh? What’s that? Speak up, sonny. I can’t hear you… because I’m DEAD.
Dr. Jack Kevorkian, aka Dr. Death, finally died. I gotta believe that the happiest people on earth right now are stand up comics. They’ve been brewing punch lines for this clown’s death for decades. Tune in to Letterman and Conan tonight, they are destined to have a few good one liners. From the above linked article, it reads, “His attorney, Mayer Morganroth, said it appears Kevorkian suffered a pulmonary thrombosis when a blood clot from his leg broke free and lodged in his heart…Morganroth said there were no artificial attempts to keep Kevorkian alive and no plans for a memorial.” No plans for a memorial, huh? THAT’S BECAUSE YOU KILLED THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT LIKED YOU. Boom. Zing. Yippee… there’s my one liner, and I’m done.
Good riddance to this whack job. God’s the only one that should determine death, period. Just surprised that He didn’t determine it a little sooner for Jack.