Mourning Dead Rock Idiots of 2015

We love to be sad. We love to mope. We love to solemnly bow and remember...IDIOTS.

This is the time of year when the media insists on reminding us of "stars we lost." Even if they aren't stars.

Fact is, reality means that we die and are forgotten. Fact is, we don't remember all the non-celebs who died in 2014 and we're not likely to care about the jerks you see below.

Above, a typical tease from a newspaper website: "take a look at all the dead people from 2015." It was next to the tease for "look at all the near-naked bimbo sluts of 2015" and "look at the best and worst movie list of 2015." FUCK YOUR FUCKING LISTS.

OK, I get it, we want to pay one last tribute to B.B. King, or some other star none of us EVER bought an album by. We want to show how sensitive we are. O, we will NEVER forget you, Percy Sledge, singer of, er, uh, "When A Man Love a Woman" and nobody can think of anything else.

It gets ludicrous when the list is fattened up with unimportant twats, useless has-beens, naggy never-minds, and non-famous people who happened to be in a famous band.

And so, with added commentary, a look at some of the people we were all supposed to mourn.

(Of course, I need to add that I'm not making fun of these people, as much as their fame. Their families have every reason to mourn. I don't. Telling me I should be grieving for some guy who was in Buddy Holly's Crickets 50 years is RIDICULOUS. That goes for every paunchy, balding, grimacing D-lister in some 70's band that is so bad nobody even listens to their one or two hits. YES?)

JESUS. (Excuse me: ALLAH, or to use his full name, ALLAH AKBAR. Not to be confused with Ollie Candybar, a guy who sells jelly babies from a stall in Blackpool, and thinks he's the Son of God...a common trait among crazy people.)

Does it really help in crying crocodile tears over a nobody, when the photo shows the person to be utterly gruesome, or totally cold and nasty, or a fucking pretentious prima donna?

So far, does it seem like 2015 was such a bad year?

It offed some posturing egomaniacs, some sad wankers, and some people who were polluting the ears with garbage.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, the ridiculous photos only confirm that "why are you showing me this" vibe. Maybe this miserable list would've been better on YouTube, with a quick soundbyte of each of these immortals? Er, you think you'd mourn some progrock pretentious putz if you heard him play guitar? YES? No.

The photos were tossed on the blog in no particular order.

They died in no particular order.

There is no God and there is no master plan and there is no order to the universe.

There is definitely no ALLAH-KAZAM MOHAMED, in the clouds looking down and choosing people he can watch fuck goats in heaven. MOHAMED is not noting every single one of BILLIONS OF PEOPLE, and making sure the Muslim always wins the boxing match, or that the Muslim runs away from mass slaughter and doesn't get shot down like a dog. A stinking Muslim cowardly dog.

PS, as miraculous as you think Jesus or Buddha or Mo the Hamhead might be, HE can't possibly pay attention to every one of BILLIONS OF PEOPLE on the planet. That's like you worrying about every fucking fly crawling over a piece of dog shit.