Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Slice Of Death.

There's nothing like changing wardrobe seven times in front of a bunch of dead Jews. I suggest you try it.

While taking new headshots in the gorgeous-yet-kinda-creepy locale of Forever Hollywood Cemetery, I came across Mel Blanc’s grave. How lucky was this guy to have a catch-phrase suitable for a headstone?

I’m gonna start working on one for me: "Time for me to peace out."

Nah, I can do better: "I get to see Tupac before you do."

Best one ever is already taken: "I’m coming, Elizabeth!"

I'll the meantime, no dying until my phrase is catchy, so pardon me while I cover myself in bubble wrap.