Best lines of the day

During our week off, I had a very dark day. First, I’m on the computer Googling things and I learn that Farrah Fawcett has died. I used to have her poster. Six hours later, I’m watching TV and I find out Michael Jackson is dead. I used to have his glove. But it isn’t over. I stumble to the kitchen to find solace in milk and cookies and find out my milk has expired. Seriously.

Three things in one day. That can’t be normal. So it gets me thinking, I wonder how many people die every day? According to the Internet, it’s somewhere between a hundred and forty-five thousand and three hundred thousand. That’s a lot of people. And the real tragedy is that we won’t read anything about most of those people, because they weren’t hot or good dancers.

Michael Diffie, The New Yorker Blog