I’ve already made my serious commentary on Heath Ledger, but I just can’t hold back anymore. So for those of you who are as sick as I am, there’s gonna be some funny ahead. If you’re not as sick as I am, or can’t appreciate wholly inappropriate jokes, by all means go here and enjoy some LOLcats.
1. First, Brad Renfro died. Then Heath Ledger. Somewhere, Edward Furlong is hiding under his bed with a shotgun,
waiting for Robert Patrick to come after him to try and finish the job.
2a. This is why you don’t go bragging about your apartment to Patrick Bateman.
2b. Christian Bale is a method actor, too.
3. Looks like Heath finally found a way to quit Jake Gyllenhaal.
4. Poor Heath Ledger is just another one of pneumonia’s famous victims, alongside folks like Charles Nelson Reilly and the incredibly heterosexual Freddie Mercury. Looks like Ennis should’ve worn his rubbers up there on Brokeback Mountain.
Seriously, a 28-year-old who is otherwise healthy doesn’t die of pnumonia. This isn’t 1919. He fucked up, mixed his drugs, and overdosed. That’s all there is to it. It’s a shame, but like I’ve always said: Doing drugs doesn’t kill you, mixing drugs kills you. Antidepressants and sleeping pills; sleeping pills and cocaine; or maybe just sleeping pills and NyQuil. Either way, that’s why you don’t mix and match your medication, kids.