More people have committed suicide over being endlessly inundated with the absurd life and death of jade Goody than have died from the particular cancer that brought her demise. If her poor kids had a ha'penny for all of the ink and cyberpixels spilt over the sad mum, they certainly wouldn't need an education fund.
But just when all literate persons even remotely familiar with the king's, the queen's or even trangendered English thought it might be safe to read again without wanting Oedipus-like to tear their eyes out over anothe Jade Goody article, a sort of heavenly bulletin has ben dispatched. Apparently the dispatch of jade Goody has been rejected by the Almighty.
Whether Heaven couldn't stand the thought of an eternity of endless prattle or it already had reached its quota of absurdity in this liturgical calendar, Jade Goody has been sent back from the dead. Satirists could be seen weeping in sheer frustration with some resolving their grief in sly smiles of relief.