I was having a conversation yesterday with a couple co-workers about celebrities. I don't remember how the topic strayed to celebrity deaths (or, more specifically, celebrities who are still alive but you forget that they are). T said she always is surprised when she sees Christopher Plummer interviewed, since she constantly thinks he's been dead for ages. We talked of those older Hollywood types who, when you hear that they've passed you think "Huh. I thought (s)he died years ago!"
"I remember being shocked when Ernest Borgnine passed a couple summers ago," I said. "I thought he'd already died." When T and L registered shock, I corrected myself.
"No, not Ernest Borgnine. I mean Karl Malden. Ernest Borgnine is still alive and speaking inappropriately in interviews. Karl Malden died when I was in Disneyworld in 2009."
We talked about celebrities who seem to go in and out of decent health, and I mentioned Elizabeth Taylor. Then this morning I heard the news.
Holy shit, I killed Elizabeth Taylor.
(Please note: I am actually quite sad that Liz Taylor died, and I hadn't realized that she was back in the hospital the past few weeks. I am in no way trying to minimize the loss of such an iconic piece of Hollywood's history. I just feel like I somehow tempted fate by speaking of her in such a cavalier way less than 18 hours ago.)
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