Monday, 15 June 2009
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Written by
Brittani Simberg
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Eddie Murphy’s career. After a long illness, it finally succumbed this weekend when the final nail, Imagine That, was hammered into its coffin. It fought the good fight, but even an Oscar nomination (for 2006’s Dreamgirls) was not enough to save it. In the end, crappyfamilycomedyitis just proved too darn strong.Let us, for a moment, think of better times. Oh, Raw. Oh, Delirious. How a single tear rolls down my cheek as I remember chortling at your antics. I cannot help but sadly sing to myself, “You have no iiiiice cream, you can’t affooord it, cuz you’re on the welfare and your dad’s an alcohoooolic”. I remember, too, when you were far and away the best thing about Saturday Night Live (sorry, Joe Piscopo, but it’s true). I ...