The Deaths of American Icons

So Farrah Fawcett arrives at the Pearly Gates, nipples a-blazing with their former pin up girl glory restored from those last cancer ravaged days. St. Peter welcomes her warmly, trying to be discreet about sneaking a peek at those nostalgic hooters asking her “Farrah, you’ve struggled so much and contributed to so many young monkey spanking sessions, we’re making you a real angel! Do you have any wishes we could grant you?”

Farrah dabs her eyes and touches up the ‘do with some Aqua Net. “I just want the children of the world to be safe!”

St. Peter and her embrace once more until they are startled by a “Hee hee Shamoan!”

Yeah. Is it too early for this kind of stuff? Never.