There's nothing to humanize any celebrity more for me than the death of her father. Nevermind that Cheri Oteri is a funny woman so of course she'd instantly be my BFF, but since Crib Chick shared the story of her father's stabbing, I've imagined her just huddled up, crying and achey.
Dad went into the hospital two years ago Saturday and it began our two month descent into the hell of watching your father and husband die slowly. Hellish and horrible as it was, I've long appreciated that I had a sense of what was happening. I said goodbye, apologized for my status as a genetic dead-end, told him about every traffic ticket I ever got, sang songs with him, in short I made things right.
I wish every human could have that pre grief period.