“You know Bea Arthur?” Everyone knows how I obsess over the Golden Girls  and constantly watch reruns on DVR (God bless the Hallmark Channel) so I responded,

“DUH”, when I suddenly realized something was terribly wrong.
“No!” I denied.
“Yes,” he insisted. I was crushed!

I immediately asked for a moment of silence from all of my tweeps in remembrance of her and began the DVR memorial marathon. The show has meant a lot to my whole family because it was a parody of sorts of my grandmother, Dorothy, and her sister, Rose, who lived in West Palm Beach Florida ever since I can remember (before passing).

We’ve all watched so many episodes that holidays have included rounds of Golden Girls Trivia (this year I’m kicking some a$$ by the way). Never again will I be able to wake up hung over and revel in sounding like Bea Arthur without feeling a twinge of sadness (wistful sigh). We’ll miss you, Bea.

$@bs