Dudley Moore passed away today. Notable in itself for his career and that he actually didn't die of an alcohol-related malady (he being Britain's answer to Dean Martin, at least in imbibing), but also in that it's giving me a tiny pang of guilt.
Why? I entered my first dead pool ever this year, and he was on my list. I know, I don't have that sort of power (oddly enough, a topic raised last night on Andy Richter Controls the Universe, which is worth a look). But I still feel bad.
Now, I also have Osama bin Laden on my list, and I really hope to cash in there.
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