I am cursed.

Seriously - if I talk about anyone famous, they die. In this method I killed Trevor Goddard and...somebody else. Crapola, I cannot recall who it was.

The good news is that I do not think responsibility for the death of David Brinkley rests with me. The jury is still out on Gregory Peck. I'm really going to miss him, even if I do always think of him as a young romantic lead. I suppose that's for the best. Rest in peace, Gregory.