RIP Waldo

In the last two weeks many celebrities have died, including: Michael Jackson, Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Billy Mays, Karl Malden and Waldo Von Erich.

Who is Waldo Von Erich?

A world-famous Canadian professional wrestler (possibly even more oxymoronic than professional adman.)

Waldo was so famous that he was listed among 58 others in Wikipedia's recent celebrity deaths. Which thoroughly debunks the ridiculous urban myth that "they come in threes."

Can we finally dispose ourselves of that insane superstition?

And while we're at it and acting like rational grown ups, can we start putting the number 13 back in elevators?

And for God's sake can we stop paying homage to the moronic belief that Nostradamus could accurately predict the future? If the man was so clairvoyant, why didn't he prevent his own death?

(OK, out of curiosity I just looked up how Nostradamus died and it turns out he called it out like a Babe Ruth home run. I stand corrected on that.)

But on that celebrity death thing, I stand by my original assertion.

And thank pink-booted, jockstrap-pulling Waldo Von Erich for posthumously proving my point.