
Boy, am
I ever glad that my sister is unemployed and still living at home! If she was a famous actress, I'd probably be dead by now.
That's a relief.
Last week, Mark Ruffalo's hairstylist brother was
shot in the head while allegedly snorting a ton of coke (I'm just guessing, I can't imagine another drug that makes the user so overly confident and faaabulous looking) and playing Russian Roulette. It was originally thought that he was shot by someone else, but apparently some party girl with ties to the Saudi Arabian royal family is a legit witness.
I'm not sure how true her story is, but it certainly has more of a plot than the numerous chick flicks Mark Ruffalo has chosen to associate himself with.
Hmmm.
Too soon?
Actually, it's a shame this sort of thing had to happen. I mean, it would be a shame to happen to anyone, of course, but Mark Ruffalo's real roles are always well done. Plus I read that his brother had a wife and stepkids. It must have been bad enough to know he was shot, but the drugs and the gun games?
Then Macauley Culkin's sister got
smoked by a car (get it, smoked?). Just stepped off a curb and someone hit her. Of course it happened in L.A. Everyone there drives and everyone there drives badly, which to to say nothing about how everyone there is also an asshole.

It's not like I'm making fun of dead siblings of famous people, or people who shoot themselves in the head while playing Russian Roulette, or people who get hit by cars while crossing the street, or even dead people in general. It just seems odd that Fate has chosen to pick off the less famous brothers and sisters of actors lately. Look out, Charlie O'Connell! Watch your back, Eric Roberts! The Grim Reaper could be coming for you!