uhm ….

So Marie Osmond’s son committed suicide. Jumped from his apartment building in LA. Very sad. Tragic.

But …. then, last night, I’m flipping the channel. I land on “Inside Edition.” I NEVER watch these shows. I just don’t. I don’t know who half the people they talk about even are anymore, and I’m just not that interested in the lives of most celebrities. But for some reason, I stop and listen for a couple of minutes. They’re talking to this friend of Marie’s son who got his last text message. She’s crying, distraught obviously, and says, “Well, no one uses good grammar when they text, so when he used good grammar, I knew something was wrong.”

Now I don’t mean to make light of Marie’s loss — I don’t — but the comment strikes me as funny. Take away the absolutely hideous context and it’s funny without making you feel icky for thinking it’s funny.

Because it struck me ….. uhm ……. sooo ……. good grammar is now a harbinger of doom?

Maybe it is the end times.

Although good grammar is a rarity, so then again, probably not.

Please, no more good grammar on this blog. I don’t want to be in a constant state of freakout, okay?

Also: I’m sorry I’m a terrible person.