Date: 12-31-11 12:04
A prank obituary? Mildly tacky.
At first, I thought Sting was dead.
Then I though Trudie What's-Her-Name had croaked.
But to place an obit for a drunken sex rumor? It's like a spoon-fed hybrid of Jim Rome's radio show and Entertainment Tonight.
Whoopee Cushions In Funeral Parlors just called to say they think you're out of line.
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