I just read that Laura Branigan has died of a brain anuerysm (that is a word I have never had to spell) at the age of 47. Mere days ago, I was dancing around my kitchen, calling “Gloria.”
And earlier that same day, I was discussing with a co-worker how brain anuerysms are terrifying.
But then think – to die in my sleep would be great.
OK, great-ish.
Goodbye Laura Branigan. I don’t know why it had to be you and not, say, Vanilla Ice or the fine folks of Finger Eleven (they’re CrapTastic!). But mine is not to reason why.