I am increasingly appalled at the number of jokes already being made about Whitney Houston, who died not 24 hours ago.
I get the need for gallows humor, but that usually applies to people we’ve known.
I humbly request that everyone wait until my funeral to make jokes about me and my death. Also, I wouldn’t be adverse to a funny tombstone.
For now, I take a moment and think about how many super-talents also deal with super demons.