Headline aside, Joan Rivers is not dead
Tell me you didn’t make the same mistake I did reading this article:
DOWN ONE DOG
Joan Rivers is in mourning. Her precious Yorkshire terrier, Veronica, died last week at age 12. “We miss her. She was the only one who would snarl and bite at strangers,” said Rivers, who still has an oversized Boston terrier, Lulu, and a Pekinese, Max. She plans to replace Veronica after the holidays. “This is a three-dog apartment,” she explained. Rivers’ most famous pet was a Yorkie named Spike she often mentioned in her stand-up routines. Daughter Melissa complained Joan loved Spike more than her. But Spike expired the day before 9/11, “so no one knew he died,” Joan said.
Seriously, what’s the first thing that went through your mind when you saw the first two words to a story titled “DOWN ONE DOG” were ‘Joan’ and ‘Rivers’. Exactly–you thought the bitch finally died. I’m a little bummed out Joan’s dog was actually the one that died as I had already prepared a touching retrospective on her life and times (my favorite story was when Joan loaned her face to the Brooklyn Dodgers because they ran out of catcher’s mitts–true story). Good times.
She pokes fun at celebrities, doesn’t hide her own plastic surgeries and can take a joke. I know people who have met her and in person (when not IN PERSONA), she is one of the nicest people one could ever hope to meet.
Uh, no, I didn’t get the same impression as you when I READ the story. (okay, that was mean).
Seriously, the first line tells you the woman is in mourning. How can she be in mourning and dead?
Silly wabbit.