Death Always Wins
We are a celebrity obsessed culture continuously fascinated by the daily trappings of the scandalously famous. We want to know who they sleep with, where they eat, where they shop, and even when they’re going to die.
That’s why it’s no surprise that each year people pony up their hard earned cash and enter celebrity death pools.
For those of you who don’t know, a celebrity death pool is a game of prediction, which involves guessing which celebrities will die within the
current year. And while they are morbidly perverse games of chance, death pools have become so mainstream that Vegas has an established betting line for future celebrity deaths.
Personally, I loved Heath Ledger and that’s why I would have never picked him to be the next one to go in my online pool.
My money was on Amy Winehouse. After all, she shot a video of herself smoking crack and snorting a giant line of ecstasy and then placed it on the Internet.
Of course, that’s the problem with the death pool, the person who is the out of control drug addict is never the one to go. They’re like cockroaches that can survive a nuclear holocaust. If you don’t believe me all you have to do is look at Keith Richards. He’s sixty-five years old and still blows a line of coke to wake up in the morning.
