Whoops. There goes another one. And another. And another.

It's uncanny. What could possibly be the reasoning behind this? I'm asking. Anybody got a theory?


Why do people die in sets of three?


Here's proof that folks usually kick the bucket (with all due respect) in threes:

Famous Political Figures (all Catholic) within 2 weeks of each other:

• First, Lord Callaghan, the Prime Minister of Great Britain before Margaret Thatcher, died Saturday, March 26.
• Second, Pope John Paul II died Saturday, April 2.
• Third, Prince Rainier III of Monaco (yeah, the one that was married to Grace Kelly) died today, Wednesday, April 6.

Controversial Americans (within 2 days of each other):

• First, Johnnie Cochran, the defense attorney for O.J. Simpson (among other, ahem, "minority" and celebrity cases), died Tuesday, March 27.
• Second, Terri Schiavo, died Thursday, March 31. If you don't know about her death, you've been hiding under a rock.
• Third, Frank Perdue, though he may hardly seem a controversial American, was highly criticized by PETA and labor union groups for his treatment of chickens and his workers, respectively. He also died on Thursday, March 31.

Also, when Lady Diana and Mother Teresa died, there was another famous humanitarian that died. Can't remember who it was. Anybody remember?

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Anyway, enough with that morbidity. Sara Snow has written a good post on her blog. Check it out; it's entitled "Spring = Time for People to Get Married." Read it now. 'Cause I'm going to address it here:

I feel ya, Sara. Spring has finally sprung in the city, if only for today. What is it about good weather, having the windows open, listening to springy music (By "springy music," I mean the kind that would be awesome to listen to while sitting on a porch swing or going down the road with the windows down.) that makes you want to share it with someone? Of the opposite sex? Oh well, Sara. One day we'll have our awesome folks of the opposite sex, and then we'll understand what it's like to go home to them and play board games relentlessly. (See, you'd understand that if you read Sara's blog.)

That's it for today. Hope I didn't get you down with the whole talk of death and whatnot. By the way, head count. If you read this blog, can you please leave a comment, even if it says "Hey." or something, so I can see who is actually reading this? Or you can email me if you're shy. Am I going to get tons of junk emails if I put my address on the web? Hmmm. Better not put it on here. Maybe one of these days, I'll get all fancy and get a site meter but, until I figure that out, we're gonna go analog.