Like, could we at least heal over losing Diane Keaton before the Grim Reaper got it wrong AGAIN and took Catherine O’Hara?
I am still depressed from when Catherine died in the Beetlejuice sequel. The real thing is killing me.
Not just me.
The trade press and everyone else is pearl-clutching because she had a “mystery illness.”
And as one dope put it, “She owed it to us to share it with us.”
Not as her adoring public but in case it could help us.
Listen.
We kept Mom’s illness secret for three years.
She didn’t want help till she was on her literal deathbed. When she looked at me and asked why I hadn’t called anyone.
Like … because everyone is incompetent?
Because you only let me tell my BOSS (the big boss, the one I love)?
And when I DID call someone, they got stuck at the front gate at the same time she died. And I had to miss her passing to go fuck with this stupid goddamn apartment complex.
Anyway. Catherine did not owe us shit.
Mom did not owe anyone shit.
When I say I wanted more … I wanted more TIME. More joy. More adventures.
Not more in the way of explanation.
People are just nebby. They want something and someone to talk about.
They don’t want to help. They want to be the source of gossip.
Or at least the source of oh nos and anyways.
May these beloved souls rest in peace.
And may someone put the Grim Reaper on a PIP because jesus fuck, dude.
Why does Trump and his whole evil goddamn inner circle keep getting richer and not fucking dying while they kill our citizens and our not-yet-citizens?
Of all the people from the “Home Alone” franchise to take, why not the rapist/pedophile/murderer/con man?