George Carlin, one of my favorite comedians, died on June 22nd, 2008. Bummer…
But now that he’s croaked, you’ll find all these blogs and videos on Youtube that say R.I.P. I gotta say that considering the guy didn’t believe in Heaven or Hell, people are being awfully presumptuous about what he’s doing now. Resting in peace? Seriously?
He’s dead! He’d be the first one to tell you (assuming that he was capable of speaking from the grave… and assuming you could hear him through six feet of dirt…) that he’s not resting nor is he in peace. Either his corpse is lying there completely immobile with no semblance of consciousness or awareness attached to it or he’s screaming and banging on the inside of the coffin to let him out. (Personally, I think he’d appreciate the irony of the latter.)
Regardless, I want to take a moment of time to reflect on the happiness and joy that I’ve received while listening to his CDs, watching him on TV and seeing him perform live twice. Those good times may be over—at least the good times that involved new material—but his spirit will live on inside each and every once of us until… wait… that’s right, he’s dead. Never mind.
Here’s a headline I made up for a Myspace blog entry:
“George Carlin’s Corpse Mutilated: Brain Intact, Rest In Pieces”
I was just in Vegas less than 2 weeks ago and really wanted to see his show, but thought, no, next time…. first thing I saw when I stepped off the plane at home was the headline of his death 🙁 Guess there will be no next time!
I loved his sketch on airline security. Classic.
Hilarious headline you made up btw 😉