The Associated Press is reporting that Whitney Houston has joined Amy Winehouse in Heaven’s ultimate girl group in the sky. Whitney’s rep confirms that she passed away this afternoon, but didn’t give anymore details. I will write more as soon as I can write more words than: SHOW ME THE RECEIPTS, JESUS!
Okay, I’m back and I still can’t believe it. When this first came up on my inbox, I thought it was a hoax and then when I read that her rep confirmed it, I had goosebumps on my nails. Whitney was out with Ray-J the other night and her situation didn’t look good, but I didn’t think things were that bad. Whitney just shot the remake of Sparkle and I thought she was going to have a huge comeback. I thought she was going to outlive Bobb-aaaay B and everybody else. I was beyond wrong.
TMZ says that Whitney died at the Beverly Hills Hotel this afternoon. It was initially reported that Ray-J is the one who found Whitney in her hotel room, but that’s not true. The paramedics were already at the hotel on an unrelated call, so they got to Whitney within minutes after somebody called 911. They tried to bring her back by giving her CPR, but it didn’t work and she was pronounced dead at 3:55pm. Both Cissy Houston and Dionne Warwick spoke with Whitney before she died and said she seemed fine.
Whitney is survived by her daughter Bobbi Kristina.
There’s really nothing for me to say except that this is really fucking sad. Whitney was all talent and she when she wasn’t entertaining us with her voice, she was giving us gems like “Show me the receipts” (Which I use at least twice a day, right?) and “Hell to the no.” This is just sad. The Grammys better scrap all of tomorrow night’s show and give us a Whitney tribute starring only Dionne Warwick. The only person I want to hear from right now is Cousin Dionne.
Rest in peace, Whitney.