Goodbye, George--not goodbye, but see ya later, and thanks

[shalanna]

Comedian George Carlin died Sunday afternoon of heart failure.

"[There is] a mysterious and little-known stage of dying: the two-minute warning. Most people are not aware of it, but it does exist. Just as in football, two minutes before you die you receive an audible warning: 'Two minutes! Get your shit together!' And the reason most people don't know about it is because the only ones who hear it are dead two minutes later. They never get a chance to tell us."--George Carlin

[Copyright ©2001 George Carlin. Excerpted from his book _Napalm & Silly Putty_ for purposes of tribute only: all rights reserved by whoever reserves those kinds of things.]

George . . . I know you got your two-minute warning. I know you and The Big Guy had your differences, and it seems you were pretty angry at the Universe for the last few years, but I am sure that now you're finally hearing the answers to all your questions and are seeing again all those people you'd lost. It's been a wild ride, hasn't it? An easy transition to you, and we'll see you again on the Other Side.

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[dennismhavens.livejournal.com]

I'll miss him. His career was always a step ahead of those who would employ him, but whether he was talking about the seven words you couldn't say on TV, or using all of them in his nightclub act, he was funny. And that's what comedians are supposed to be.

I still chuckle over his spoof of local TV newscasts on an early album. Who could forget this? "Another senseless killing in the Metro today! Dead is Irving Senseless . . ."

Do you think he stayed in character right up to the end and spent part of that two-minute warning saying, "Well, s**t!"