Shut Up Already...

So all you douchebags that are "oh-so distraught" and "upset" and "affected" by the "untimely" passing of one "Dimebag Darrell" really need to cram a revolver down your pieholes. First off, why is it anytime a celebrity...pseudo or otherwise, passes away there is a public outpouring of emotion and sadness? I'd venture to guess that exactly 148 of the 29393987432 of you in mourning actually knew the guy personally. I actually know a guy that went home and blasted Pantera while he got drunk. I guess that's some sort of retarded grieving process...but it's a given that it's a retarded process. I think I'm going to start taking ALL celebrity deaths especially hard. Call into work sick, wear nothing but black, play their movie, music, art, whatever on loop until I feel I can go on.Which brings me to this. How in the fuck can anyone really be upset over the death of a guy affectionately known as "Dimebag"? I'm sure Momma and Daddy Dimebag have their reasons, but for the rest of you...1. Get a haircut. 2. Mix something that isn't black into your wardrobe. 3. Get a job. 4. Move out of your parents home. 5. Give up that Rock-N-Roll dream, you haven't made it...and furthermore you won't. 6. Find something/one worthwhile to look up to and idolize. You can start with me.