Have we achieved the celebrity death trifecta?

Brian Griffin is a cartoon character, not a celebrity, and I’ve never heard of Paul Walker.

Call me when another Hammer film star kicks the bucket.

People die all the time
We just notice when celebrities die because they’re famous and shit

And it was a spectacular death. :(

At least we’ll never have suffer through Lulu 2 or a shitty Paul Walker movie again. I don’t think Brian Griffin will stay dead. Him and and Stewie are what make that show funny.

WHAT ABOUT THE DOG???

^^disregard the typo’s in my above post. I typed it too fast.

Never heard of Brian griffin.

I’d say there is still one to go.

^http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Griffin

On Wikipedia = celebrated.

I’ll be mildy moved when Christopher Lee finally pops his clogs, grew up on his horror films along with Peter Cushing.
The sky will officially fall when Mickey Rooney kicks the bucket, I mean, that dude gonna live forever.

The Hammer Studios films rocked my Saturday mornings.

Friday nights for me, used to put three films on back to back, called it the Friday night fright-fest…kicked all kinds of arse.

The only one I relate to is Lou Reed – he was an artist.

I never watched Family Guy but wasn’t Brian a cartoon dog? Again, I never saw fast and furious but 40 pretty young to go.

Brian Griffin? He was a cartoon – I don’t think he counts as a “celebrity” death. Paul Walker? I know who he was but I never saw any of the F&F movies so I’m not feeling any loss there. Matter of fact, why would we feel any loss for people that we’ve never met that pretend to be other people for a living?

Too all:

I said nothing about feeling loss.

Just an observation about death seeming to manifest in threes.

Standin’ on a corner,
suitcase in my hand.
Jack’s in his car, says to Jane, who’s in her vest,
Me, babe, I’m in a rock n’ roll band.
Ridin’ in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim,
those were different times.
And the poets studied rows of verse,
and all the ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane…..Sweet Jane…..Sweet Jane
Now, Jack, he is a banker,
and Jane, she is a clerk.
And the both of them are saving up their money…
then they come home from work.
Sittin’ by the fire…
radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
the march of the wooden soldiers
and you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane…..Sweet Jane…..Sweet Jane….
Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, (like us) they gotta work
And there’s always some evil mothers
they’ll tell you life is full of dirt.
And the women never really faint,
and the villans always blink their eyes.
And the children are the only ones who blush.
‘Cause life is just to die.
But, anyone who has a heart
wouldn’t want to turn around and break it…
and anyone who ever played the part..
he wouldn’t want to turn around and fake it…
Sweet Jane….etc…and out

@SecondHandStoke My bad. Sorry.

^Why sorry?

@SecondHandStoke I didn’t mean to imply that you personally were feeling a “loss”, that’s all.

@laurenkem:

I cannot find it but the drawing of Brian Griffin clinking glasses with Miss Crabapple in heaven did move me slightly.

The beauty of good writing and developing complex characters:

The actors don’t need to be flesh and blood.