Big John Advocado
The Doo-Dad Daddy
(don't call him Dude, and don't call him Bingo)
He has sailed the goodship Grease off into the sunset. I will miss him, lumbering by, smelling of cheap gin, unfiltered Camel cigarettes, Aqua Velva and occasionally... methane. No longer will he be pulling me over on a routine traffic stop looking for any excuse to drag me out of the driver's side window to use his nightstick and liberally apply a wood-shampoo.
Waddle doodle daddum waddle doodle doddem day.
As they used to say, back Ol' Mexico City...
AMF! Adios, my friend.
PS. This better not be a spoof/prank by the evening drive-time DJ at 101... the wikipedia entry had the date of death as today, then removed it waiting for mainstream confirmation.