Damn, Joan. First Robin, now you?
In her New York Times best-selling book entitled I Hate Everyone...Starting With Me, Joan Rivers wrote:
"When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes Melissa, everything's in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras and action -- I want Craft Services, I want paparazzi, and I want publicists making a scene!
"I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don't want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents...I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyoncé's."
Sadly, that day has come.