Oh, somebody's life is over, all right, but it's not this guy.

Someone would have to run that ranch for her (several someones) and I would feel sorry for them. Mighty sorry.

The best part is how she's headless, so you don't have to deal with her incessant nattering, or, you know, look her in the face.

Or, it could just be the 80th billion time Depp has showed up drunk somewhere (home included) and she's sick of it. Since we're not the incredibly cool hipster mice that live under their stairs who have had a front row seat to their relationship all these years, we'll never know.

Friend of friend :) I was just being neighbourly by taking her on a mutual errand. Then the news came on...

I was driving the friend of a friend to an errand on Saturday, as a favour, and she actually said, "Sometimes, people just claim it happened to them, too, just for the attention..."

I may be off in my estimation, but I crunched the numbers and, ummmmm, carry the four... 102. Give or take. Wait. TMZ just came on. A hundred and three.

I laughed an unseemly amount.

To be clear: I am a very respectful journalist. I hope.

And right above your head, too.