Milkshake.

May I play Devil's Advocate for a moment?

Her name was Kimiko and they were common-law married.

The TIck. Either animated or Live-action.

The Mighty Boosh. If nothing else, you get more Richmond.

Gene Wilder will prolly get me. He hasn't done much in his later years, but between Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, and especially Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, he's been in some of my all time favorites.

Stan Lee's time feels imminent, which will be really sad.

I freaked out when I saw the news crawl state that Christopher Walken had died. I searched frantically on the internet for any details, and came up blank. I then thought to rewind the DVR to re-read the crawl. I was relieved to read it was Christopher Walker, dead at 16, and not, in fact, Christopher Walken.

I feel we should rastafy him by … ten percent or so.

That which is dead cannot die.

No Walkers "need" to eat. They are just compelled to in that regular zombie way. The head is still "Zombie conscious", so even without a body, as long as it can gnash and bite, it will try to eat stuff.