With the recent passing of comics George Carlin and Bernie Mac, we wondered why the Grim Reaper couldn’t have delivered the last laugh to a few in the profession who would be missed far less, if at all.
Sharp suit, dull wit: With Kimmel, humor is all relative.
Jimmy Kimmel. For consistently getting buried in the ratings by the competition and your incessant nepotism, in your final show you should be buried alive by Cousin Sal, Uncle Frank and Adam Corolla. Ben Stein will deliver the eulogy, so everyone will stop listening after no more than 45 seconds.
Kathy Griffin. Prepare to join another D-List: Death.
Jeff Foxworthy. Ever resourceful, he would become the first to publish a joke book directly from Hell, “You Might Be a Deadneck…”
Soy vey: This is as saucy as she gets.
Margaret Cho. The Cho mustn’t go on. You can return to the land of the living when you write a joke that doesn’t make fun of your mother or discuss your sexual escapades (there are yuks and there are yucks). Until then, you’ll be forced to hear a tape on loop of Dave Attell calling you a skank, hitting on you, then striking a gong.
Larry the Cable Guy. It’s time to cut the cable for good. Git-R-Dead.
