RIP: Corey Haim

Sigh.  I was hoping I'd have a bit more blogging experience before I had to write my first 'RIP.'  I'll begin with the fact that I wasn't a huge Haim fan, but that we do, in fact, own The Lost Boys on DVD.  I had to check to confirm, but there it was, sitting quietly between The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King and Mallrats.  I have a hunch that my fiancé, in his way, will probably pop it in to watch this evening, the same as he did with Just Married after Brittany Murphy passed away (please don't ask me why we actually own that movie, I'm not sure myself.  If we had King of the Hill on DVD it would have been that instead), and the episode of The Simpsons Michael Jackson guest starred in, etc.  It's this pop culture-obsessed couple's way of saying goodbye.

What drove me immediately to my blog this morning was not simply Haim's untimely passing, but also what I was doing when I found out about it.  I've got, funny enough after my last posting, a bit of a cold, so I slept in late this morning.  As I often do, I popped in a disc of a TV show DVD to act as a soft alarm clock for me; I hit play all, and when the disc ends and reverts back to the menu screen, something about that change always wakes me.  Incidentally, some noise outside happened to wake me anyway about halfway through the disc, and, looking at the time, I decided to get up and start my morning routine. 

I paused for a few minutes to watch the episode of The Simpsons that was playing.  I got up, got the mail, started up my computer, and brought up Yahoo.  And there it was.  My first thought was, 'How sad.'  My second thought was for Corey Feldman, who has now lost two close friends in less than a year.  My third thought was the realization that the particular episode of The Simpsons I'd stopped to watch (and which was still playing) was Brother From the Same Planet, where the B-story involves Lisa's obsession with a popular boy named Corey (an amalgamation of Haim and Feldman) and becomes addicted to calling a 900-number hotline to hear the sound of his voice.

Since MrMMO and I own over 300 DVDs, including 12 seasons of The Simpsons, and there are over 250 episodes in those 12 seasons, I thought the fact I was watching that particular episode pretty astounding.

Rest in peace, Mr. Haim.