Billie Lourd has lost a mother and a grandmother during the holidays. And Debbie Reynolds’ son has lost a sister and a mother. Just when you think this year couldn’t get any worse….
Debbie was at her son Todd Fisher’s house in Beverly Hills, making plans for Carrie’s funeral when she had a stroke. An ambulance took her to the hospital where she later died. Debbie suffered from strokes and her health wasn’t doing that well, and losing her daughter yesterday really broke her heart and was too much for her to take. Todd tells TMZ that just 15 minutes before his mother had a stroke, she said to him, “I miss her so much, I want to be with Carrie.”
Debbie was one of the last legends from the golden age of Hollywood. Her first big break was in 1950’s Three Little Words, which led to her really, really big break Singin’ In The Rain. Debbie did a thousand more movies including The Unsinkable Molly Brown, Tammy and the Bachelor, The Singing Nun, Divorce American Style, Mother, Halloweentown, In & Out, These Old Broads and Behind The Candelabra. She was also the voice of Charlotte in Charlotte’s Web. She was nominated for a Best Actress Oscar for Molly Brown. The Oscars should just go ahead and add 5 hours to its ceremony, because that’s how long the In Memoriam should be.
Debbie also got a Tony nomination in 1973 for the Broadway revival of Irene. And on TV, she had her own show, The Debbie Reynolds Show, and also played Grace Adler’s mother on Will & Grace and guest starred on the greatest show ever created The Golden Girls.
Debbie is also known for being the original Jennifer Aniston (more like, Jennifer Aniston is Debbie Reynolds 2.0), because her husband Eddie Fisher left her for Elizabeth Taylor. Years later, Debbie said this about that escandalo:
“I felt you can’t make a man leave, you can’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do. He obviously chose to leave, didn’t he? She didn’t lasso him. She was just beautiful Elizabeth Taylor. And he wanted her, and he wanted to be her lover, so he left and he was. He was the selfish one. She just gave him what he wanted.”
Debbie went on to marry two more times.
She is survived by her son Todd Fisher, her granddaughter Billie Lourd and of course, Gary Fisher.
Anybody who read the book Postcards from the Edge or saw the movie probably thought to themselves that as soon as Debbie walked through the gates of heaven, Carrie saw her and said, “MOM! You just couldn’t wait to steal my thunder, could you?!”
Rest in peace, Debbie Reynolds.
We’re now living in a world without Princess Leia in it. Damn. Every hair bun just unraveled and even the Stormtroopers are probably filling their helmets with tears. I don’t know what a Stormtrooper’s cries sound like, but we’re about to find out.
Carrie Fisher’s family issued a statement today saying that she died this morning at UCLA Medical Center in L.A. at the way-too-young age of 60:
“It is with a very deep sadness that Billie Lourd confirms that her beloved mother Carrie Fisher passed away at 8:55 this morning. She was loved by the world and she will be missed profoundly.”
Carrie ended up in the ICU on Friday after she went into cardiac arrest at the end of a flight from London to Los Angeles. Passengers said that an EMT, who happened to be on board, gave her CPR for 10 minutes. Carrie’s mom Debbie Reynolds later said that her daughter was in stable condition. TMZ says she never regained consciousness.
Everyone, of course, knows Carrie as Princess Leia from the Star Wars movies, but she did so much more than that. She spilled out her feelings and raw emotions about battling addiction and living with bipolar disorder in several books. Carrie’s semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge was turned into a movie and one of her other memoirs Wishful Drinking became a one-woman show starring her.
Before Star Wars, Carrie made her movie debut in Shampoo and was also in Hannah and Her Sisters, When Harry Met Sally…, Drop Dead Fred, Heartbreakers, Map to the Stars and my personal favorite Soapdish, where she expertly spit out this beautiful line at Elisabeth Shue:
“An actress! Really? How nice for you. I’m Betsy Faye Sharon and I’m a bitch. Now get out of here.”
Lucasfilms also said that she finished shooting her scenes for Star Wars: Episode VIII. Carrie also guest starred on dozens of TV shows, including Catastrophe, which she’s perfect in.
And on top of being an author, actress, activist and all-around badass, Carrie was also an idol to those of us who aspire to truly not give one fuck. Carrie is the force.
Carrie is survived by her mother Debbie Reynolds, her daughter Billie Lourd, her brother Todd Fisher, her sisters Joely Fisher and Tricia Leigh Fisher and her Frenchie Gary Fisher.
Saddest tweets to tweet. Mommy is gone. I love you @carrieffisher
— Carrie Fisher's Dog (@Gary_TheDog) December 27, 2016
Rest in peace, Carrie Fisher.
Pic: 20th Century Fox
And also leave it to 2016 to turn Last Christmas into the saddest Christmas song ever…
Well, the angels are lucky today, at least, because they’re getting a live mash-up performance of I Want Your Sex And Modern Love In A Little Red Corvette from George Michael, David Bowie and Prince. As you know, because your soul has probably already been knocked on its bare ass from the news, the iconic George Michael (born name: Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou) died of heart on Christmas Day at his home in England. His manager says he died of heart failure. He was only 53. George Michael’s publicist gave this statement to Entertainment Weekly:
“It is with great sadness that we can confirm our beloved son, brother and friend George passed away peacefully at home over the Christmas period. The family would ask that their privacy be respected at this difficult and emotional time. There will be no further comment at this stage.”
The BBC says that at around 1:42pm, the police answered a call at George Michael’s home in Goring in Oxfordshire. The police called his death “unexplained” but said there were no suspicious circumstances. George Michael’s rep also tells TMZ that he had not been sick recently.
The last time I wrote about George Michael was in 2014 when he fell in his home. And in 2011, that terrible shit head pneumonia nearly took him. George Michael also struggled with addiction and had a few dramatic situations involving cars.
This one really hurts, because like many of us, I grew up with Wham! and George Michael songs and many of them were the soundtrack to moments in my life. I mean, who didn’t recreate the Freedom video with help from their friends and a camcorder in 1990?
And I’d like to think that as George Michael strutted through the gates of heaven in dark glasses and a leather jacket Jesus threw him a side-eye that said, “Really, snatching the spotlight on my birthday?”
Rest in peace, George Michael.
Every chandelier has automatically lowered itself half-mast today and every crystal flute of champagne that gets poured will be flat and bubble-less, because human diamond Zsa Zsa Gabor has been chauffeured off to the afterworld in a bright white Rolls Royce and has reunited with her sisters Eva and Magda. The legendary goddess of glamour and opulence Zsa Zsa Gabor (born name: Sári Gábor) died today at the age of 99.
During the past few years, Zsa Zsa has been through it. She was left paralyzed by a car accident in 2002 and three years later she suffered a stroke. Zsa Zsa then broke her hip and after a major bitch of a blood clot was found in her leg, doctors had to amputate it. Since then, Zsa Zsa has been laid up in her mansion with her last husband Frederic Prinz Von Anhalt. Because Zsa Zsa has gone through so much and kept on, kept on, I thought she was going to live as long as an actual diamond (read: forever). But leave it to 2016 to wait until almost the very last minute to deplete the world’s supply of glamour by at least a thousand percent.
TMZ says that Zsa Zsa had a heart attack in her home and was taken to the hospital where she was pronounced dead.
Zsa Zsa’s journey to dazzling the world with glamour and beauty started when she won Miss Hungary in 1936. Zsa Zsa followed her younger sister Eva Gabor to Hollywood and eventually got her big break when John Huston cast her in Moulin Rouge. Zsa Zsa went on to star in many, many movies and television shows. Zsa Zsa wasn’t really known as an actress. She was mostly known for her glamour, gorgeousness and her ability to make diamonds look more luxurious. Many obits I’ve read so far have called her the “original Kim Kardashian,” and I hope the ghost of Zsa Zsa is putting her legendary slapping hand to good use by slapping all those bitches who wrote that, because how dare they compare her to that!
Zsa Zsa was married nine times, including to Conrad Hilton.
And I can end with a million Zsa Zsa clips (seriously, I’ll be living on YouTube for the next few hours), but let’s end with one of Zsa Zsa reading a jealous trick on The Phil Donahue Show.
Rest in peace, Zsa Zsa. You are no longer suffering and can now get to work on finding husband number ten in heaven. (I’m sure a hundred angels proposed marriage to her ten seconds after she sashayed through the gates.) Thank you for your glamour, beauty and wisdom, dahling!
It’s official. “2016” is now the first definition for the word “WORST” in every dictionary. It has taken another one and this one hurts like a shank to the soul, and it took my eyes a long second to fully take in the words “Pete Burns has died suddenly.” But sadly for all of us, this planet is not a lot less interesting and glamorous, because Pete Burns died of a heart attack yesterday. Pete was only 57. Pete’s management released this statement about his death on Twitter:
Pete Burns became a sparkling star of rhinestone-encrusted perfection when his band Dead or Alive got a #1 worldwide hit You Spin Me Round in 1985. (Yes, we should all brace ourselves for the inevitable “Dead or Alive” jokes. Pete Burns isn’t even buried yet and I’m sure he’s already practicing on spinning round in his grave.) Dead or Alive released several albums up until 2000. In 2006, Pete Burns found a new career as a reality show darling when he entertained the masses on Celebrity Big Brother.
Every plastic surgeon’s office should pour a bag of fillers in Pete’s honor today. Because Pete was very open about how his face was stretched and rotated dozens of times by a plastic surgeon. Pete is the original Kylie Jenner (Pete’s ghost needs to slap me for mentioning her name), because he confessed that he plumped up his lips so many times that they were in danger of getting amputated. The Sun says that that last month, Pete Burns talked about his surgeries on the show Celebrity Botched Up Bodies and said this:
“The number of surgeries I’ve had is probably 300. I hope when I’m 80 and I get to heaven God doesn’t recognise me.”
Pete could have gotten 300 more surgeries and God would still recognize him since he will always be unmistakable.
Rest in peace, Pete Burns. Thank you for the glamour.
No, that isn’t a picture of the longtime member of Dlisted family that we lost. I’m leading with a video of a Frenchie mime swimming in an empty pool, because 3 out of the 4 last e-mails jack-n-the-hat sent me were about dogs. The other e-mail was a story about Parasite Hilton (with the note: “PS – I’d still knock the shame outta of Paris’ ass…”), but I don’t think even he would want me to lead with her!
This morning, I found out the awful and sad news that veteran, black-belt Dlisted commenter jack-n-the-hat died. jack-n-the-hat stuck with Dlisted and was a commenter for I don’t even know how long. Years and years. Not only did he regularly make the comment section a better, funnier and messier place, he was one of Dlisted’s very first guest bloggers.
I tell this story to nearly every new writer that starts on Dlisted, because it’s one of my favorites and highly relevant to them. When jack-n-the-hat first guest blogged for me during my vacation, the whole “guest bloggers on Dlisted” thing was pretty much brand new territory. But he jumped right in. Getting hate comments thrown at you goes with the territory and Jack got some in the posts he wrote. The morning after his first or second day guest blogging, I woke up to my inbox overfilled with e-mails with his name in the subject. I wondered if he did something unthinkable like write a 1,400 word ode to Paris Hilton’s beauty or some shit. (This was pre-Kartrashian days.)
Jack also sent me an e-mail so I read that first. In the e-mail, he apologized a million times and explained that he couldn’t take the hate comments anymore and lost it. Turns out that the night before, Jack HAD. IT. and posted a full-on post where he told the commenters throwing hate at him to fuck off. It was a middle finger wrapped in a middle finger. He deleted it a quick second later. I laughed so hard that the paint on my walls chipped and there’s probably still a ringing in my dog’s ears. It was classic and we laughed about it after.
Jack was one-of-a-kind and Dlisted won’t be the same without him.
Rest in peace, Jack, and thank you.