RIP Joan Rivers

[tammyp]

Joan came to the Adirondacks often and when she did, I did her hair. each time I saw her, she gave me a piece of jewelry from her collection. she waS soft spoken, not like I expected.

[Mac]

Miserable human being

Where's the respect these days?

RIP Joan.

In real life, she was a nice lady and funny too.

[ayezer]

agree Sassy

[Sunnyday]

R.i.p.

[Baldiewonkanobi]

Joan was very funny, very Republican, very Jewish, and very charitable. This past year she was on a terror...going after fellow entertainers, especially the Jewish ones, for blindly supporting Hamas, a terrorist organization, over Israel. RIP Joan and thanks for the laughs.

[Ibarramedia]

RIP Joan Rivers. We lost Robin and Joan within weeks of each other. They were great and they really made me laugh.

[mich29]

RIP Joan Rivers. We lost Robin and Joan within weeks of each other. They were great and they really made me laugh.

very sad.I was listening to some old robin stand up the day before he passed strangely enough .I heard the divorces really messed him up I heard and he felt back to drinking

[Baldiewonkanobi]

RIP Joan Rivers. We lost Robin and Joan within weeks of each other. They were great and they really made me laugh.

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[Ibarramedia]

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Nice photo.

[Gregzs]

http://laughingsquid.com/the-new-yor...t-acerbic-wit/

The New Yorker Pays Tribute to the Late Joan Rivers with Superlative Cartoon Reflecting Her Great Acerbic Wit



The New Yorker paid beautiful tribute to the late great Joan Rivers with a superlative Friday cartoon reflected the comedienne’s wonderfully acerbic wit. While Joan’s unexpected death dealt a significant blow around the world, there is a bit of comfort to be found in the what she wrote about her own inevitable death in her 2013 book I Hate Everyone, Starting With Me.


“When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name) I want my funeral to be a huge show biz affair with lights, cameras, action …“I want Craft services. I want paparazzi. I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing “Mr. Lonely.” I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing like Beyonce’s.”