I’m so surprised I’ve never blogged this before. My husband and I have a game we play. We call it Celebrity Deathwatch. No, it’s not original. Other people play variations of the game, or so I’ve heard. Ours was born out of our news junkie personalities and a desire to one-up each other in speed knowledge.
The game is this: the first one to notify the other, either by phone, voicemail, e-mail, IM or in person of the death of a celebrity wins the point. We argue degrees of celebrity when one of us recognizes the deceased and the other does not. We agree that major celebrities (defined as well-known individuals and occasionally, animals) count as extra status if not points. Lately, the boy is score keeper since we can never keep straight who’s ahead. I’ll admit I’m down a few points at the moment.
It was a good week for death. I got Syd Barrett. Mark got June Allyson (how sad, and incontinent, I remarked). I think Mark scored Kenneth Lay, too. Mark got Harriet the Tortoise, which I allowed because I think most people had heard of her and we certainly had.
It’s fun, we enjoy the healthy competition and staying on top of who’s dead and who’s alive. Sick? Maybe a little, but hey, if you can’t laugh at death, you’re just going to fear it.
I’ve gotta go tell Mark Red Buttons just checked out. Score one for me. Later.