It's heartening to know that unless my plan for a sitcom about Jerry Falwell and a large gay man living together in a New York City apartment (working title is Bear With Me) takes off, I'll never be famous enough for someone to pose as my grieving father when I die.
Sadly, Heath Ledger cannot say the same. Both because he's ceased that particular oral function, and because some douche posed as his grieving father.
The worst part is, given all of the doors opened to the grieving father of a dead celebrity, what does this fucker do?
It’s surprising that no one questioned his identity sooner, until you realize that, Like Ledger’s father, the con man had a British accent, which Americans find irresistible.
But considering the vital piece of information that Ledger’s real father was a racecar driver, I find this con man’s actions decidedly boring. If you’re going to plumb the depths of indecency, at least be ridiculous about it. Imagine how much more he could have asked for, given the same schedule of phone calls:
But sadly, those ships have sailed, and taken their vivisected ponies with them. Take note, con men and anyone with a desire to feed off the misfortune of others: make it more entertaining, and maybe the general public won’t find you so repugnant. I’m not promising anything though.
When not blogging for Cracked, Michael makes tragic videos as head writer and co-founder of Those Aren't Muskets!