I had kind of a shock when I opened my suburban housewife reading material on the train last night and saw Gilda Radner advertising fake-wood laminate flooring. Not that I object in principle to dead people having jobs, and I'm always pleased when dead people are elected to political office, or win posthumous awards, or something. But, you know, it's Gilda Radner, who was funny and nice, and who died an awful, painful death and is probably best known now for the cancer support groups established in her name. And of course it's not really Gilda Radner, it's a Gilda look-alike (as in, the floor is not really wood, either). But still. And I wasn't in the market for a fake-wood floor, anyway. But it still creeps me out.
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