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April 13, 2004

1994 was a big year for Celebrity Death Pools*

As we mentioned recently, Girl-E's senior year in high school was actually pretty eventful, in the most stupidly teenage way possible. But eventful none the less. Ten years ago yesterday, the kids were in the thick of prom date intrigue and desperation. Unlike Girl-E's date, who enforced a self-made policy to always think carefully before accepting lest the girl god forbid get the wrong idea because you know he already told her three years ago they were just friends, Girl-E's best friend Stacy spontaneously accepted a prom date that was quite unwanted upon reflection. Suspecting that said very nice but slightly lame boy might in fact have the wrong idea, Stacy was writhing in guilt and regret, mostly regret that prom night was clearly going nowhere, god willing. A fairly earnest person, Stacy pretty much managed to let this problem put her in the foulest of moods. Ten years ago today, this mood pervaded Stacy's brow, all the way through sixth period English. As they were leaving the room, their lovely and sensitive teacher stopped Stacy in the doorway, pulled her aside and said "Stacy, I'm concerned. I can tell something is wrong, and that troubles me. ... It's about Jackie O., isn't it."

As you might imagine, the fits of hilarity which seized Girl-E at that moment did not help anyone's grieving process one bit.

Jackie, you were an icon of our time. Well, clearly not our time, but someone's.

*For the uninitiated, a Celebrity Death Pool is like Fantasy Baseball, except your team is made up of famous people you expect to die within the calendar year. Obvious goners do not qualify (i.e., Bob Hope would have been ineligible for 2003). Yes, we know, it's sick. But there is often a sizeable amount of money involved.

Posted by The Twins at April 13, 2004 03:52 PM

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