thanks for the memories

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Apparent suicide too.

Sounds like he was in some trouble in the last few years.

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RIP Don Cornelius

Ride the Soul Trail forever baby.

I heard the divorce was the final straw. Sad.

heard he started the show with $200 perhaps the best investment of $200 ever, with Soul Train still the longest, continuously running first-run syndicated program in television history until at least 2016, if and when its nearest competitor, Entertainment Tonight, completes its 35th season

When Steph and I heard this we both agreed that it was probably an aging-related mental disease that compelled him to off himself, like alzheimers or something, and that he'd probably seen someone else go through it.

Turns out wikipedia supports that theory to some extent.

I don't know how all of you feel but after seeing Steph's Dad die from a disease in the Alzheimer's family, if I am ever diagnosed with a degenerative brain disease I will be offing myself pronto, not just to spare myself, but also my loved ones from that very special horror.

how are we going to tell when your ( and my) curmudgeonliness is actually alzheimers and not just pure cantankerousness?

I'll be the judge of that.

I guess I haven't been clear perhaps, but this stuff I am going through now, my own dad with alzheimers and degenerative eyesight to the point of a final hit or miss surgery on one eye, mother in law in a cast in a care facility a hundred miles from "home" and an impending burden [can you fucking say that?] wherever she goes, home or here, we are talking about remodeling a home into a care facility, wheelchair raimps, widening doors, handrails [shit, we've barely been hanging on]... those are things needed wherever mother-in-law goes.

If I had the money I would buy the rights and domains to everything associated with reverse life insurance... they already sell reverse mortagages. same thing. cash me out on the savings in a long term bet on my longevity. eighty&out-dot com/org—fireworks@thelastresort dot com/org

a couple of broken bones in a toddler of eighty-five with MS, chronic pain/neuropathy, over-medicated and unstable... she's bed-ridden without help, and untill she can be taught to help somewhat in her own getting in/out of bed & wheelchair or cars—let alone getting in & outa the toilet/bath/shower wherever the hell [we] end up :shrug:

as my wife is crying in the background over this shit, not knowing what i've been typing

fuck. am I an asshole? am I changing diapers on an adult relative? you ever have to take care of the accidents leading up to these [last] questions, you may have a different opinion. I tell you what though. I'm serious. I am not going that far down this proverbial road, there's a mile-marker with a magic number for this old boy to reach happily one day. period.