In all seriousness, I visited Mickey Rooney once. I ate rolls and drank coffee. The rolls were warm and sweet. I ate three of them, which pleased Mickey Rooney. Then, he began to talk. I listened carefully. Although I was tired and in anguish, I listened to what Mickey Rooney had to say. I nodded when Mickey Rooney…

(no relation to Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow)

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A thousand death pools just claimed their last place recipients.

That was E.T.

I can't imagine Christopher Lee having a childhood.

A sequoia tree just farted.

Richard Roundtree's dead too?

Even his corpse will make a cameo in The Avengers 17.

I loved him as Chet at the end of Weird Science.

Eli Wallach just did a somersault.

Your mom.

Heroin would also work.

Andy went to pieces?

National Casket

I'll always think of him as the caricature in the Dana Carvey bit.

Night at the Mausoleum

Oh shit. I must have wasted ten bucks on postage by now.

Was it filmed adjacent to John Wayne's The Conqueror?

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