Any year that would take Bowie, Alan Rickman and Prince from us deserves a mulligan. And yet. We still have eight more months of 2016 to slog through, wondering all the while who will be taken from us in this year of death.
If any of these people die before the calendar switches over to ‘17, I will burn this mother down. Through writing this post, hopefully I am inoculating them against future death (Ian McKellen/Immortality 2016). Alternatively, I an inadvertently condemning them to their graves. Guess who’s been the Grim Reaper this whole time?
Who would stand up for the lost gloves?
Dolly Parton can’t die before I fulfill my lifelong obligation, as a Tennesseean, to visit Dollywood.
What would we do without her trenchant political analysis to anchor us through the general election?
TRUMP"I WILL B CHANGING VERY RAPIDLY,IM VERY CAPABLE OF CHANGING 2 ANYTHING I WANT 2CHANGE 2"— Cher (@cher) April 24, 2016
You better think, Death!
Minnesota couldn’t take this and Prince.
Sirs Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart
When if Sir Ian McKellen eventually dies, he’ll just come back a few days later dressed in some smashing new whites? Right? Right?
Just because the Calvin & Hobbes creator has been retired for years doesn’t mean it won’t absolutely gut me when he goes to the great comic strip in the sky.
Guillermo del Toro
On the other hand, death will only slightly decrease his chances of ever getting At the Mountains of Madness made. (Yes, maybe I included him on this list just because I wanted to make this joke.)
Samuel L. Jackson
“Eaten by a giant shark” is the only way Samuel L. Jackson is allowed to go.
Michael J. Fox
YOU LEAVE MARTY MCFLY ALONE.
Curmudgeonly asshole o’ my heart would die right after Han Solo. Just to fuck with people.
“Man, I pity the Grim Reaper on duty that comes for Denzel.” - Petr Knava, (c) 2016.
Dame Judi Dench
It is my own personal theory that Death has tried to take Judi Dench several times now, but every time she’s kneed him in the junk and sent him running.
Dustin is going to drown in a pool of his own snot and tears when Letterman dies. It is known.
Cue the guitars gently weeping. (Yes, I know that’s George Harrison. Hey, watch the Prince guitar solo again.)
Heaven doesn’t deserve those legs.
It does indeed go without saying, Gene.
I still haven’t recovered from Harold Ramis yet, so I’m going to need the world to hold off on Venkman for a while.
How bout it? Let’s be morbid together. Which celebrity deaths will leave you gutted?