George Carlin died this morning.

My favorite comedian died of heart failure this morning. I’m still a bit saddened and stunned by his death. I dunno, I just thought he was one of those old motherfuckers who would live forever.

I remember being introduced to his comedy about eight or nine years ago. My grandmother was giving me a haircut, and his “You Are All DIseased” special was on HBO. Nana shook her head at his foul language, but amid his language and cutting remarks, I inwardly laughed at (and agreed with) a lot of his viewpoints on random subjects, especially religion. I’m kinda glad she didn’t hear what he had to say on that – or, better yet, glad she didn’t hear me laughing about it – or she probably would have flipped out. From that day, I sought out his other material. I enjoy almost all his works, and I own all three books he has released.

Truly a sad day. yet he is one of the very few entertainers whose memory I would toast. I would even go the extra mile and get trashed in his honor.

Rest well, George Denis Patrick Carlin.