Poor Eric Clapton - Doesn't Jump into BB'S Coffin at his funeral

Let's all go on FARCEBOOK and say "Poor Eric, Poor Eric."

Yes, the guy with the morose, deflated-looking stubble-chinned head wasn't at the BB King funeral.

He stayed home and played monotonously for about eight hours.

"If I'm being honest," Eric said, "I loved BB, but I'm not too fond of obese sweaty black women crying and crying. So I didn't go. I was also a bit turned off when BB's psycho relatives claimed he had been poisoned. What's with these ignorant spades and their superstitions and paranoia?"

He smiled, "You know, cocoa is black. CREAM is ALL WHITE."

Vowing to get over his tremendous loss, he checked the local papers for any news of a little kid falling out a window or something. "Anything to inspire a new sullen blues song," he said.

He DID find THIS: