Anton Yelchin died over the weekend at the way-too-young-age of 27 after his Jeep Grand Cherokee rolled down his steep driveway and pinned him against his mailbox at the front gate of his home in Studio City, CA. It was a fucked-up freak accident. The only thing we knew was that his Jeep was in neutral when he was found dead. Well, yesterday, Gizmodo reported that 2014 to 2015 Jeep Grand Cherokees (that were made between July 16, 2012, and December 22, 2015) were recalled because of a janky transmission issue.
Yesterday brought the sad news that Prince Be of P.M. Dawn passed away and today brings even more sad news, because Anton Yelchin has died in a weird, freak and awful accident. Damn you, 2016. Anton was only 27.
TMZ doesn’t have many details right now, but they details they do have are awful. They say that Anton was found early this morning pinned between his car and a brick mailbox that was attached to a security gate at his home in the San Fernando Valley. Police sources tell TMZ that his car’s engine was still running and was in neutral. The driveway was on a steep incline, but right now it’s not known why Anton got out of the car. He was found by a friend at around 1 in the morning after he didn’t show up to a rehearsal that happened hours before. His rep confirmed the news to AP.
Anton was best known for playing Chekov in the reboot of the Star Trek series. He was born in Russia and his parents were both figure skaters. His family moved to the US when he was a baby and he later got into child acting. As a kid, he was in ER, Along Came A Spider and Hearts In Atlantis. He was also in Alpha Dog, Charlie Bartlett and did the voice of Clumsy in the Smurf movies.
Rest in peace, Chekhov.
If you were wearing a karma beads bracelet yesterday and at one point during the day, it broke and the beads went everywhere, this is why. Prince Be (born name: Attrell Cordes), one half of the beyond chill 90s hip hop duo P.M. Dawn, is now setting adrift on a memory bliss. People confirms that Prince Be died yesterday from renal kidney disease at a hospital in his home state of New Jersey. He was only 46 years old. One-time P.M. Dawn member Doc G, who was also Prince Be’s cousin, released this statement about his death on Facebook:
Prince Be Rest In Peace Forever More,
Pain from diabetes can’t harm you anymore,
My Heart is at Peace B-Cuz U suffered so long,
Tell Grandma I said Hi & Stay Blisstatic & Strong. -Love Doc.G
Wikipedia tells me that Prince Be (he’s the one working that purple hoodie and that skipping stone brow) started P.M. Dawn with his brother DJ Minutemix (born name: Jarrett Cordes) in the late 80s and he used money he saved from his job as a security guard at a homeless shelter to make their demos. They were turned down by several major record labels, but were eventually picked up by an indie label. Their first single “Ode to a Forgetful Mind” really didn’t go anywhere in the US, but it did better in the UK and the label who released it there brought them to London to make their debut album.
“Set Adrift On A Memory Bliss” was off of their first album, Of the Heart, of the Soul and of the Cross: The Utopian Experience, and it was a worldwide hit in 1991. My tween self used to listen to the cassette single on a Walkman while lying on the grass in the front yard with round hologram sunglasses on my face. I thought I was so spiritual and deep and shit. I didn’t know what weed was back then, but if I knew that something called “weed” could make your spirit slow dance with the clouds, I’d probably try to smoke actually weeds while listening to P.M. Dawn so that I could bliss all the way out.
Before they put out their second album, they did the song “I’d Die Without You” for the Boomerang soundtrack in 1992 and that also became a worldwide hit. I’m sure every trick danced to that on their wedding day. P.M. Dawn released a few more albums, but eventually stopped when Prince Be suffered a stroke that left half of his body paralyzed.
Prince Be is survived by his wife Mary and their three children: Christian, Mia and Brandon.
Rest in bliss, Prince Be.
The “Sadness” tags seem to be getting used a lot around here lately… And sadly, here’s another one. TMZ says that Hungarian actor, circus performer and stunt man Michu Meszaros has gone on to the great beyond. He was 76.
Michu’s manager Dennis Varga tells TMZ that he has been in a bad way ever since he had a stroke 8 years ago. Over a week ago, Michu was found unresponsive in his home and was taken to the hospital. He was in a coma until he died early this morning. His manager set up a GoFundMe page to pay for his medical bills and funeral costs.
Wikipedia says that as a kid, Michu went to circus school (aka the school all of us wanted to go to as chirrun) and he began his career in show business in the early 70s when he joined Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey circus, where he performed as “The Smallest Man In The World.” Before you go, “errr, that title belongs to Tommy Cruise,” Michu was 2 feet, 9 inches tall. Besides performing in the circus, Michu also acted in some movies like Big Top Pee-wee and he helped bring ALF to life.
Paul Fusco did the voice of ALF and he was the main puppeteer of that cat-eating alien (who worked the Kate Gosselin ‘do better than she ever did), but sometimes ALF had to walk. So whenever they needed full shots of ALF, Michu put on the costume and did the job. He did that for all 4 seasons of the show.
TMZ also says that Michu and Michael Jackson were friends and he was a regular at Neverland. The City of Hawthorne, CA also named their shortest street Michu Lane after him in the 1980s. I know that ALF and the cat kingdom have been at war for centuries, but hopefully all of the cats of Hawthorne will drop their rivalry and head on over to Michu Lane to pay their respects.
Rest in peace, Michu.
And now for more sadness… One month after he announced on The Late Late Show the was going to be a father for the fifth time, Gordon Ramsay has revealed that his wife Tana Ramsay has miscarried their son five months into her pregnancy. People says that Gordon shared the sad news on Facebook earlier today.
“Hi guys, Tana and I want to thank you so much for your support over the past couple of weeks. We had a devastating weekend as Tana has sadly miscarried our son at five months. We’re together healing as a family, but we want to thank everyone again for all your amazing support and well wishes. I’d especially like to send a big thank you to the amazing team at Portland Hospital for everything they’ve done. Gx”
49-year-old Gordon and 41-year-old Tana’s family includes three teenage daughters and a teenage son.
This news is especially considering how happy Gordon was when he announced it. Seeing the words “You’re almost 50” and “Congratulations, you’re going to be a parent for the fifth time” would probably make a lot of people sweat, but not Gordon Ramsay. He was so excited. He was happier than a Gordon Ramsay yelling at a group of Hell’s Kitchen chefs after a dinner service that was nothing but raw beef wellingtons and overcooked halibuts. Not to mention that as anyone who has ever watched MasterChef Junior know, he’s legitimately cute around kids.
First David Bowie, and then Prince, and now Muhammaid Ali has died. 2016 is straight up butt fucking us all until we’re totally raw. NBC News reports that after spending a few days in a Phoenix area hospital with respiratory problems, The Greatest Of All-Time has gone on to the great beyond where he’s out-floating all the butterflies and out-stinging all the bees. He was 74. A rep for the family released this statement:
“After a 32-year battle with Parkinson’s disease, Muhammad Ali has passed away at the age of 74. The three-time World Heavyweight Champion boxer died this evening.”
He is survived by his wife Yolanda Williams and his 9 children including boxing champ Laila Ali.
Rest in peace, Ali.
Almost six weeks after Prince left his sexy mortal coil at the age of 57 and floated up to heaven where he’s been giving the angels grade 10 loin tingles with his devastating side-eyes and next-level puckers, the Chief Medical Examiner has reportedly determined his cause of death.
The Associated Press heard from a law enforcement official who says that toxicology results came back and they show that Prince died of a painkiller overdose. They didn’t specify which one. The official only agreed to tell AP what they know if their identity was kept a secret, because well, they’re not supposed to be blabbing their fat fucking lips to reporters. The Chief Medical Examiner’s full report is supposed to be released tomorrow.
TMZ has been reporting hard on Prince’s alleged addiction to painkillers. When Prince’s plane had to make an unscheduled landing due to a medical emergency he was experiencing during the flight, he and his people laughed it off as nothing but the flu. But TMZ reported that shit was really serious and Prince almost died from a Percocet overdose during the flight and that’s the real reason why his plane had to land.
Prince’s team were reportedly really worried about him and wanted to get him into rehab. The day Prince died at his Paisley Park estate, the son of a California drug specialist was there to meet with him. Authorities in Minnesota have already opened up an investigation into whether or not Prince’s doctors were regular Dr. Conrad Murrays and overprescribed pain pills to him.
Sheena Easton said that Prince’s hip just wouldn’t let him be great and he suffered with pain for years.
I’ve been following all the rumors, reports, so this isn’t exactly a surprise. But still, I’m still going to choose to believe that Prince, David Bowie and Vanity secretly left Earth because they just couldn’t with our asses anymore and went off to a far away planet to start their own colony of sexiness. I’m going with that and don’t tell me otherwise. Don’t kill my dreams!
UPDATE: The Midwest Medical Examiner’s Office released the report today, probably because that shit leaked. The one page report lists Prince’s official cause of death as an accidental Fentanyl overdose. Yes, Fentanyl, the “no fucking joke” painkiller. If Dr. Conrad Murray wasn’t already released from jail I’d tell him to make room in his cell for another shady doctor.
Stop the 60 Minutes stopwatch and pawn it off, because there’s no need for it now that Morley Safer has died. The Canadian-American broadcasting legend announced his retirement on 60 Minutes last Wednesday, and a week after he began living that retirement life of staying up really late (8:30pm), eating Werther’s for dinner and booking a Carnival cruise to the Caribbean, he has gone on to heaven. CBS News says that Morley died today in Manhattan. He was 84.
Morley started off in the broadcast journalism game long before many of us were performing synchronized swimming shows for the other jizz fishes in a venue called Our Daddy’s Ballsack. Morley was a correspondent and producer for the CBC before he joined CBS News in 1964 and stuck with them until (almost) his death. Morley became known for his coverage of the Vietnam War. Morley joined 60 Minutes in 1970 and became the show’s longest-serving correspondent. 60 Minutes devoted all 60 minutes to Morley on Sunday night by airing the most memorable moments of his career. Morley said this when announcing his retirement:
“After more than 50 years of broadcasting on CBS News and 60 Minutes, I have decided to retire. It’s been a wonderful run, but the time has come to say goodbye to all of my friends at CBS and the dozens of people who kept me on the air. But most of all I thank the millions of people who have been loyal to our broadcast.”
Rest in peace, Morley. You are now in heaven, shooting the shit with Katharine Hepburn:
TMZ has put Sinead O’Connor’s face on a milk carton by reporting that she is missing and police in Wilmette, Illinois are looking for her and believe she’s suicidal. Not today, 2016, not today.
Sinead went for a bike ride in Wilmette, which is a suburb of Chicago, yesterday and when she never came back, someone called the cops. Sinead was on a motorized Raleigh bike with a pink basket on it, and she was wearing a black parka, black leather pants and a sweatshirt with “Ireland” on the back of it. An alert was sent out to the police officers and they classified Sinead as “missing suicidal.” Sinead is apparently staying with friends in Wilmette and the alert says that she went for a bike ride at around 6 in the morning yesterday.
Early yesterday morning, Sinead posted an open message on Facebook to a “Jake.” Jake is the name of Sinead’s 28-year-old son, so this message was probably for him:
Jake, kindly go to the court on Tuesday and take custody your brother from Tusla. My lawyer will be making the illegal way yourself and Donal got him into Tusla (lying to the cops etc) known to the judge. expect to be in trouble. In fact you’d best bring a lawyer of your own. And do not abandon your brother or any other of my babies again. What you have done to your brother and your mother is LITERALLY criminal.
Sinead is currently in a long custody fight with her ex Donal Lunny over their 12-year-old son Shane. On Friday, she wrote an open letter to Shane where she told him that she’s trying to him out of “care” and advised him to get his own lawyer to fight Tulsa. Sinead was also recently sued by Arsenio Hall (or “Arse-inio” as she calls him) for saying that he was Prince’s bitch and pill supplier. And last November, Sinead was found safe after she said in a Facebook status that she had taken an overdose. And hopefully she’s found safe this time too.
UPDATE: Just when I was about to scream at the police in Wilmette to drag Arsenio Hall into the station for questioning, Sinead has been found safe and she’s no longer listed as a missing person. Now she can get back to fighting the good fight by telling us about the trials and tribulations of the difficult brown and hating on the real enemy: Kim Kuntrashian.
Well, damn, this is a load of sadness out of nowhere. Chyna (born name: Joanie Marie Lauer) was found dead Wednesday in her home in Redondo Beach, CA. She was only 45. There’s really not much information except for a statement that her management tweeted from her Twitter account:
“It is with deep sadness to inform you today that we lost a true icon, a real life superhero. Joanie Laurer aka Chyna, the 9th wonder of the world has passed away. She will live forever in the memories of her millions of fans and all of us that loved her.”
Chyna’s manager also confirmed the sad news with ProWrestlingSheet.com (via KTLA). She had apparently been taking meds for anxiety and sleeping problems. TMZ says that cops are investigating Chyna’s death as a possible overdose. (Update: The cops say that one of Chyna’s friends hadn’t heard from her for days. She wasn’t answering calls. When they stopped by her house to check on her, they found her not breathing. They called 911.)
Chyna became Chyna after she joined the WWE (which was the WWF back then) in the 90s. She was the first chick to qualify for the King of Tournament and the first chick contender for the WWF championship. While in the WWF, Chyna got with Triple H in real-life and they had a train wreck of a relationship that ended with her accusing him of cheating on her with Stephanie McMahon. Chyna was out of the WWF in 2001. Chyna later said in an interview that she didn’t leave the WWF on her own. Because of the Stephanie McMahon mess, the WWF sent a fax to the restaurant she was eating at and that fax said that they didn’t need her anymore. Firing you in a fax while at lunch takes firing you in an email to a whole new level of fucked up.
She has never been inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame.
Chyna wrestled in Japan for a little bit before the sex tape came out and she ended up in porn. She did a total of six porn movies from 2004 to 2013.
I think of “rubber chicken shots” nearly every damn week. It’s something that hasn’t left my brain and that’s all thanks to Chyna and Traci Bingham. Chyna was in the second season of one of the greatest reality shows ever The Surreal Life. She was also in The Surreal Life: Fame Games. Chyna was addicted to the bad shit, booze and pills for many years. She was on Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew in 2008 and was hospitalized a couple of times for drug-related issues.
Up until not too long ago, Chyna seemed to be doing well and was living in Japan where she taught English and struggle twerked! She moved back to the US and regularly posted videos on her YouTube Channel. Earlier this year, Chyna posted this video where she talked about her hot unicorns leggings and dealing with the WWE:
Rest in peace, Chyna.