DJ AM, aka Adam Michael Goldstein, was found dead in his Manhattan apartment at the age of 36.

His last tweet at http://twitter.com/DJ_AM was lyrics by Grandmaster Flash:

"New york, new york. Big city of dreams, but everything in new york aint always what it seems."

Ironic final thoughts or subtle final message?

Only the prescription drug bottles reportedly found near his body know for sure.

As the second oldest member of the US Senate (after Robert Byrd of West Virginia), Edward Moore "Ted" Kennedy succumbs to the ravages of time.

So much for the filibuster-proof Democratic majority in the Senate, eh?

You don't even know what a super-majority is, do you?

Whatever. Just raise your glass to the former "Lion" of the Senate...

I said ONE glass!

Unless, you know, you want to be more like... ah, never mind.

While most people are arguing the better and/or worse films of John Hughes career now that he's dead at 59, they're overlooking the obvious.

The man simply DIED. Of a heart attack. Walking in the park.

He wasn't shot to death after giving a fan an autograph. He wasn't found by a cleaning lady in one of the Olsen twin's apartments. Nor did anyone find him naked in a closet with rope around his neck and genitals.

He died walking in the park. You call that an ENDING, John?

For pity's sake, you could at least gotten yourself stabbed by a mugger. How hard could they be to find in New York? In Central Park, no less?

Anyway, that's the GOOD news. The bad? Now studios can start remaking all his films.

Anyway, last bit. As I walk up to Mr. Hughes looking down at his own body, I give him a few moments to notice I'm there. When he finally looks at me, I said, "You're still here? It's over!"

No, this doesn't mean I'm tired of actors and targeting sports stars now.

What you SHOULD be asking (since you're so curious) is where and with who Steve McNair was with when this all went down.

It never ceases to amaze me how mortals can be so morbid.

~ Grim D.

Oh, come on! Karl Malden was 97, and the only thing people actually remember him for was mentoring Michael Douglas on "The Streets of San Francisco."

But seriously, the surprise was that he was still alive, wasn't it?

~ Grim D.

I want you all to realize that people die everyday... a lot of them. I only seem busier because you actually know who these people are.

As to why Billy Mays was recalled, there's some whispering that the Catholic church could use a few pointers for a pitchman, and a few others besides. Seriously, if churches sold seats on Sunday like this guy sold orange spray, there wouldn't be an empty pew north or south of the Mason-Dixon line (now run to your Google maps and try to find it!)

~ Grim D.

Disclaimer: I am a collector of souls, not the cause for passing or the need to expire. I can only speculate on where the souls I reap go and why. It's your own fault if you're not living every day like it's your last.

Farrah Fawcett finally lost her battle with cancer. She will always be remembered as the pinup girl with one-piece bathing suit and great smile before proving herself as more than jiggle for "Charlie's Angels" with movies about burning beds and domestic violence.

Michael Jackson, on the other hand, was set for a sold-out concert tour to reclaim the throne as the self-proclaimed "King of Pop" (late of which Justin Timberlake was seen trying on the crown in a mirror).

To put this in perspective, however, almost thirty-five THOUSAND other people died today on this planet, but the one they'll remember is Michael Jackson.

Funny thing, too, because I said, "Look, Michael, there ARE simpler ways to get out of a concert tour commitment with your brothers." I think you'll believe he laughed.

The King of Pop is dead. Long live the King (and Charlie's other Angel).

I pledge to start posting here more often.

"Reaping & Critiquing" is what I keep telling you, right?

Since everyone already knows I put all my movie critiquing stuff on http://moviecrypt.com , I think it's only fair that I should post the "reaping" stuff over here on MySpace and Facebook, right?

So, Ed McMahon passed away at the age of 86, finally following in the footsteps of his buddy, Johnny Carson.

What does this really mean in the cosmic scheme of things?

Don't quote me, but I think with all the changes in late night television, I suspect that there's a divine being that decided to put and old show back together rather than watch reruns or the new shows that have replaced it.

David Letterman, watch your cholesterol, okay? I'm just saying.

~ Grim

Did you know my all-time favorite show, "Dead Like Me," is now a movie? Check it out for yourself.