Posted
8/09/2004 05:28:00 PM
by Douglas
My dying wish? To have my obituary in
The London Telegraph. Or maybe just to be as well written as any obit in a British paper. Those chaps can write an obit, I tell ya. Check out what they've done with
Rick James. [Yes, registration is required, but damn worth it!]
Latterly, he had returned to the American public consciousness as the butt of sketches by the comedian Dave Chappelle, whose exclamation "I'm Rick James, bitch!" has become something of a popular catchphrase. James himself had completed his autobiography, Memoirs of a Super Freak; and there has been talk of a film of his life.
Recently he had spoken of his relief at no longer waking up with 10 strange women in his bed, uncertain whether it was day or night on account of the aluminium foil he had taped over the windows. He died in Los Angeles on Friday.
Rick James was twice married and divorced, and is survived by two sons and a daughter.
Relief of no longer waking up with 10 strange women in his bed? And celebrities wonder why we hate them so much. . .
Labels: Telegraph Obits