Death Becomes Him.
Ronald Reagan is dead.
When I paid my twenty dollars to be part of Celebrity Sweepstakes in January (the premise: pick three celebs who you think might leave this mortal coil in the next twelve months; whoever nabs first to die collects the prize money) I thought I was in with a shot at least. Joh Bjelke Petersen , Margaret Thatcher and Ron. At least two of them were in failing health and I could convince myself that I wasn't being completely morally bankrupt by participating in the comp because hey, I'd be happy if they died - even without winning three hundred and forty bucks - due to the fact they were wholly evil.
In January, Sir Joh goes a bit wobbly. Yes. Ronald is confined to his bedroom with only a nurse for company after ten years of Alzheimers. Come to mumma. And then what happens? Tony Randall carks it at 83 and Kynan's ex-girlfriend rakes in the bucks. There is no God.
The other picks from random friends and gamblers? As follows: The Pope, Graham Kennedy, Cat Power, Charlton Heston, Michael Jackson, Gough Whitlam, Stevie Wright, Jerry Lee Lewis, Rene Rivkin, Lou Richards, Roland S. Howard, Saddam Hussein, Eminem, Phil Spector, Willie Nelson, Kerry Packer, Richard Pryor, Kirk Douglas, Quentin, Lara Flynn Boyle, Gloria Stewart, Mick Gatto, Liza Minelli, Bill Collins, Marlon Brando, Bruce Ruxton, Fidel Castro, Andy Griffith, Elizabeth Taylor, Ozzy Osbourne, Woody Allen, Martin Landau, Mickey Rooney, Harry Morgan, Estelle Getty, Yassir Arafat, Walter Matthau, Dame Elisabeth Murdoch, Courtney Love, Ronnie Barker, Pinochet, Shane McGowan, The Queen, Cliff Richard, Richard Attenborough.
Yes, I am aware we're all going to Hell.
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