The Trinity

The Pope is dead. Terri Shaivo is dead. Frank Perdue is dead. That should do it for awhile.
The Pope, and Terri, were pretty much dead a long time ago, and anyone who hadn't already mourned thoroughly was not paying adequate attention.
But this Frank thing. Out of the blue. One minute, he's a tough man making tender chicken, then gone. This is a loss for the greater chicken loving community. Godspeed Frank.