Last night, heart failure. He was only 71.

And, of course, he helped to popularize Doc, Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Happy, Bashful, and Dopey.

No, wait: it was lust, gluttony, greed, envy, sloth, wrath, and pride.

Vaya con Dios, my friend. And . . . . mother fucker.

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It goes so quickly sometimes, doesn't it? "Between the forceps and the stone," as Joni Mitchell put it.

I'm in a Team America mood: I want to insist the my husband promise me he's immortal, in exchange for sex. Problem is, he's not a good liar.

Every minute here is precious; let's keep that in mind.

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We need more like her.

If she gets her wish, and we do manage to eliminate the "disabled Gulag," we will probably get more like her, and the world will be richer for it.

Thanks for the thoughtful tribute, Ed.

(X-posted at Right Wing News.)

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I haven't known what to say, exactly. Fortunately, this is Virginia Postrel's beat.

The Coco Chanel comparison was perfect. Perhaps neither one of them was of the world—but they were both in the world.

Thank you, Yves Saint Laurent.

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