I feel bad for the family. I know it's stupid to feel badly for strangers who led spectacular and eventful lives. They had a sad ending, but it's such a relatively small amount of time compared to everything else. All the same, I feel sad. Two very interesting people gone in the snap of a finger. What a world.

Sounds too much like scientology to be comforting.

It really is a sad thing when a pet outlives an owner. I saw a basset hound whose elderly owner died a few years back hear a recording of her former owner's voice, and the poor thing lost its head with excitement. I think the only thing worse than being a human being that knows death is inevitable, is being an…

Mesa iza wondering whatcha you is talking about, Whoo-vee-annie?

Obligatory cocks shits damns!

I feel really bad for Lourde. But is it wrong that I'm now really interested in seeing how her career turns out?

Welp, she just died. Jesus. What a year?

By this point, 2016 has devolved from cartoonish super-villainy to being that Nazi shooting his prisoners in a wife-beater from Schindler's List.

John Williams needs to quit humblebragging.

Lifelong smoker and consumer of red meats taken from us too soon at the age of 92.—The AV Club.

I would let her punch me in the face and pay her for the privilege. That's how committed I am! What about you?! Are you ready to get weird?

You sexist bastard. I wanted to write that.

Not everyone should be a soldier. It's not like it's the 'ultimate' career path, anyway. If you had other options for bettering yourself, there's definitely nothing wrong with taking them.

I never got past the first episode of Girls. I understood that Dunham's character was supposed to be self-centered, and self-important, and her parents unexpectedly cutting her off was supposed to be funny, but she played the role too well and made me hate the character. Not like 'hate,' as in "Gosh, I HATE that…

I don't know much about Feminism outside of some very light reading on the subject, so I make no commentary on it, and it has helped me to be a happier denizen of the web. Nod. Smile. Try not to be offensive. This is how I made it unscathed to my thirties.

"We're going to have a light, cute talk about abortion."

Adam West got his start working in plays, but that was just a stage he was going through.

Beat the devil out of that brush. Beat the devil out of that brush. Beat the devil out of that brush. Kill the neighbor, consume the neighbor, god bless this mess, beat the devil out of that brush. Happy little accidents.

He was listening to "Here's to you Nicola and Bart," and vowed to stop painting when the chorus ended. But only when the chorus ended.

Point!