Gary Coleman, Brittany Murphy, Bernie Mac, Michael Jackson. We never truly pay homage to or commemorate these people until they’re gone – dead – kaput.
Of course we never truly anticipate the death of these people – except for MJ of course, since he’s looked dead for years – but we never acknowledge their accomplishments when they’re gone. All the literature stemming from the death of a person is marked with grief, loss, sadness. But wouldn’t it be great if these people knew how much they were loved before they were gone? Wouldn’t it be great if there was content characterized by triumph, joy, dare I say, celebration! That’s why we bring you…. “Pre-emptive Obituaries: Remembering those who aren’t dead yet but might be soon.”
Hugh Hefner was born April 9, 1926, but he’s not dead yet. That makes him 84 and he’s still banging someone your little sister’s age. What else can you ask for? With more lawsuits, girlfriends and dollars we’ll ever see, Hugh has reason to be content. Yes it’s true that Mr. Hefner has provided the breasts (and muffs) for generations in the past and generations to come, but that’s not all. He’s still politically active, a gay rights activist and has donated a hefty amount of funds to causes he believes should be pursued. And on top of all this, the bathrobe is cool, too. Raise your glasses (Stoli perhaps) in honor of a true American.
Would you have a drink with him?
Today we shall honor the undead Hugh Hefner.
