I didn’t see him as number three coming at all:
Academy Award nominee Heath Ledger, 28, has died of a possible drug overdose involving sleeping pills in New York, police have confirmed.
The actor was sick with pneumonia when he died, the TMZ.com website reports, saying it had been contacted by representatives of Ledger’s family, who said they’d been told by police that the actor’s death was accidental.
The representatives said the family was particularly distraught over media speculation that he may have taken his own life.
“The medical examiner, once he or she conducts an autopsy, will determine exactly the cause of death.”
He said police were continuing to treat the New York apartment, where Ledger was found dead, as a crime scene, but had initially ruled out foul play.
Ledger was found dead in his bed at his apartment on Broome Street, SoHo, in Manhattan, by his housekeeper about 3.35pm local time.
Ledger’s body was removed from his New York apartment and wheeled into the back of a medical examiner’s van.
A huge crowd of news photographers gathered outside the apartment in the SoHo building lit up the scene with flashes as authorities wheeled his body on a trolley from the complex into the van.
A police spokesman told smh.com.au the cause of death was unknown, despite the presence of drugs. “We don’t have that [the cause of death] yet. The matter is still under investigation,” the spokesman said.
Ledger was naked and unconscious, The New York Times reported.
Why he was naked is being reported is anyone’s guess. Poor guy - not only to die in the all together and be discovered by his housecleaner and masseuse, but to know that his EMT-certified bodyguard was just around the corner “visiting” the Olson twins (probably giving them a blood transfusion) is just undignified.
Now I want to watch Brokeback Mountain again.
UPDATE: Whoops! Suzanne Pleshette went before Heath did. Now there was an actress!
UPDATE: The overused and often mis-used “tragic” (or “tragedy”) has been spotted in connection with Heath’s passing: here, here, here, here, here, and here. When people trot out this word every time someone dies it cheapens the meaning of the word, especially when it’s used to describe Anna Nicole Smith and Virginia Tech and Darfur. Somehow, not all these events seem tragic. Guess which do and don’t.
UPDATE: Still no word from the Widow Gyllenhaal. She must be devastated.
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