Dear Ed McMahon,
I can't believe you are gone. Opening up the mail and finding a Publisher's Clearing House mailer will never be the same. Who will come to give me my $10 Million? I miss you already.

Dear Farrah,
You were a hair goddess. I'm sorry you had to deal with cancer. I wish Charlie could have done more for you.

Dear Michael Jackson,
You were consistently weird, and consistently amazing. I hope you're at peace, and I hope you and God are rocking out. Maybe now you can do an actual moon walk...

-E