How has this not been posted yet?

I’ve got the perfect solution!

I don’t think Gilbert is strong enough to carry a show... she’s had not real acting career aside from Rosanne.

I mean, they basically ignored Dan’s death with the reboot. Can’t they just drop in Roseanne’s death in a similar fashion. Like, “Oh, yeah, she’s dead now. What’s for dinner?”

Just set it in working class Boston and name them the O’Connors.

Have her get coked up and thrown in front of a train ?

Here is my pitch. After years of living a life of hell with Rosanne, Dan finally realizes this is not the life he wants. More so he realizes that he has been living a lie his whole life about who he really is inside. The shock of his announcement gives Roseanne a stroke/heart attack/cancer-aids and dies of screen.…

Just send in Gary Burghoff to announce her plane was shot down over the Sea Of Japan.

If they made a Sara Gilbert and Laurie Metcalf starred Conner Family spinoff without her.. One that was 180 degrees from her political views.. Then who cares if Barr still gets some royalties? She’s already a miserable and hateful multi-millionaire so throwing some more money in the pile doesn’t really matter. Maybe…

John Goodman marries Phylicia Rashad after both of their spouses die in explosions. The Conner and Huxtable families merge Brady Bunch style.

They can just throw a black wig on any spare Beckies they have hanging around the set, and get them to play the role of “unnamed matriarch #1" as needed.  Problem solved.

Roseanne Barr’s currently filed away in the “Horrible, horrible people who made us a fuck-ton more money” drawer, along with Lasseter. 

First scene in the new Darlene & Aunt Becky show: they are pissing on Roseanne’s grave, because for some insane reason her will required them to do that

Its ABC’s new sitcom Rose, Man, the story of Charlene Donner, her dad Don, her aunt Smackie, her sister Gecky, her brother BJ, and her kids whatever their names are as they live love and laugh in the city of Blandford.

“She becomes increasingly haggard, wearing a bandana atop her nest of knotting hair so that she goes from looking like a Rock of Love girl, to looking like Bret Michaels, to looking like a Poison fan who passed out at the urinal of a dive bar, to looking like a Rob Zombie villain.”

Tell yourself whatever you want, you horrible old man.

I am in NYC for work this week. It was my first Yankees game. They were definitely not booing out of love. It was amazing!

That’s right, boo.