After work, I'm flipping through some entertainment news on the web (because the Israel-Palestine-Gaza mess isn't uplifting enough) and saw the headline "Former Mousketeer Dies." Immediately I think that Annette Funicello has finally kicked the beach ball. So my morbid curiosity gets the best of me and I follow the link. No, it wasn't Annette, it wasn't Cubby, it was a minor Mouseketeer named Cheryl- Cheryl Holdridge to be exact. Okay. It's sad and she seems to have married some interesting men in her post mouse life and her memorial is all going well until I read this thoughtful tribute:
"She certainly was a very pretty blond and just had a very winning personality," said Lorraine Santoli, author of "The Official Mickey Mouse Club Book" and a former Disney publicist.
First off, I can see why she's a former Disney publicist.
Secondly, could she have said anything else to completely defrock this woman of any accomplishments or of having a life at all?
When I die, I sure as hell hope that each one of you will have a thoughtful thing or two to say at my funeral and to the press, just in case they ask. If, in fact, any of you are tempted to eulogize me by saying "He certainly had brown hair, was chubby and thought he was funny" please reconsider. I will haunt you. I will. And I hope poor Cheryl with the winning personality is doing so for that Lorraine bitch about now.