I know this isn’t strictly film-related, but I liked the guy so he’s going on my page. If you don’t like it, feel free to suck a wiener. Comedian Robert Schimmel died last night in Arizona, incredibly, due to injuries suffered in a car crash a week ago.
Schimmel was traveling in Arizona with his 19-year-old daughter, Aliyah, who was driving at the time of the crash.
The car rolled onto the side of the freeway after she tried to avoid an oncoming collision, according to Schimmel’s spokesman Howard Bragman.
Also in the car was Schimmel’s 11-year-old son, who was not injured. His daughter is expected to make a full recovery. [AP]
I used the AP’s account of the accident because they somehow managed to make it through the entire article without referring to Schimmel as “foul-mouthed.” Thanks, you other assh*les, I can’t wait for tomorrow’s top story, ‘Breaking: Comedian Swears!’ F*ck you.
Anyway, I say “incredibly” about him dying in a car accident, because the car accident part of the story is a lot more surprising than the Robert-Schimmel-having-health-problems part of the story. He had a heart attack in 1998, was diagnosed with stage-3, non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2000, and after he beat that, he found out he had cirrhosis of the liver earlier this year due to a Hepatitis-C-tainted blood transfusion he’d received in the Air Force. He was waiting for a liver transplant when he died. In conclusion, Kim Kardashian bangs black dudes for a living and makes six million dollars a year and Robert Schimmel finally succumbed to a gypsy curse. Thanks, God, great work on that one.
I want more like this!
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