OK, so Ed McMahon died, but he was ready to die. Seriously, when some chick steals all your money, you’re doing Cash-For-Gold commercials, your brittle old bones fail you at every turn AND YOUR ONLY FUCKING FRIEND LEFT IN THE WORLD IS JERRY LEWIS, if you’re not praying for death every single day with every fiber of your being, there’s probably something wrong with you. So anyway, Ed’s the first
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