So I found out about Eddie's death last Monday. I read a while ago in the website of WWE that the cause of his untimely death is a heart failure. His wife said that the heart failure has got something to do with his past drug addiction. Tsk, tsk. How sad. It is indeed a big loss for WWE since Eddie is one of WWE'S biggest superstar. Oh...JBL is the one who should've died. He sucks and I hate him. Plus, I've noticed that he had gained some weight. I mean, look at his tummy. UGH. As if looking at the Big Show isn't enough to make me fill up a pitcher with puke.
Anyway, last Monday night when dad saw the commercial in JackTV with the "We Will Miss You Eddie", he began imitating Eddie's accent, in order to scare my younger brother. So later that night, while I was playing PS2, I kept imagining that Eddie would appear in the mirror near my parent's bed. I had imagined him appearing there, smiling the way he does when he's mocking an opponent, and flames shot up from below him. I even told my brother to bury his Edie action figure because I had imagined it walking at night. (But my brother didn't bury it. He just placed it somewhere in which it was hidden from plain view) See, I have a very vivid imagination. Since I saw The Exorcist, I couldn't sleep in my own room anymore. Scary images would fill my head everytime I'm alone. I just have to stop watching scary movies. So there's no way I'm going to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose with Tetang. Not in a million years. I'd rather watch Mulawin:The Movie and be labelled baduy than be haunted by more scary images every night.