I dont want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. Rivers reached the age where some contemplation of death was inevitable, but she went into plenty of detail about how her funeral should be handled: I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyonces. Although the wind machine probably wont materialise, Rivers would be pleased to know that her funeral is getting the red carpet treatment; guests will walk a crimson carpet to pay their final respects, and her numerous celebrity pals should ensure a heavy paparazzi presence. Its just a shame she wont be on hand to skewer their outfits.
I watch movies and I watch sport. I also watch movies about sport, and if there were a sport about movies I'd watch that too. The internet was the closest thing I could find.
