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Tom Pryce, off of Formula 1 in the 70s, crossed the finish line 41 years ago, aged 27. He was killed in rather a grim accident at Kyalami, the South African Grand Prix. His team mate Renzo Zorzi's car caught fire after a fuelling malfunction, and stopped on the brow of a hill. As Zorzi didn't get out of his car immediately after stopping, two track marshalls, the second of whom brandishing a big 18kg fire extinguisher, sprinted across the track, only for the poor bloke with the fire extinguisher (a 19-year-old fellow named Jansen van Vuuren) to not quite make it across the track and be struck by Pryce, who couldn't react quickly enough, at about 180mph. van Vuuren was torn in half by the car, and the extinguisher struck Pryce on the head with such force that it bounced off and flew over the grandstands, and all but decapitated Pryce. Nasty.

Paul Bearer, off of American wrestling and latterly Deathlisting, died 5 years ago today, aged 58.

Went to see Sean Lock at the Birmingham Hippodrome on Tuesday, the last show of his tour 'Keep It Light'. Pretty good venue, and my abs felt toned to fuck afterwards from laughing so much. The man's a genius. Even the support act, Paul McCaffrey, was very good.

Leader of the Opposition and writer of the longest suicide note in history (the 1983 Labour manifesto) Michael Foot kicked the bucket 8 years ago today, aged 96.

Each new month starts, well, at the start of the month I suppose!

Yep. If Disgusted from Tunbridge Wells had started his diatribe with "Dear Bastards," it would've been far more effective. And, of course, if the grammar wasn't so cack throughout.

Ah yes, Wimpy in the bus station. That ketchup's probably still there. The latter. For my sins.

Dusty Springfield just didn't know what to do with herself, so she died at the age of 59 on this day 19 years ago.

Ah, that'll be because even the Basildonians have noticed how much of a toilet the town centre is now. Pound shop, Pound shop, 99p shop, Closed shop, Buffet restaurant, Another closed shop, Pound shop, Toys R Us, Burned down shop, Primark, Pound shop. Even the centrepiece mother & baby statue is cack. By 7pm, everyone'll be down the road in Festival Leisure, spilling drinks on the small pool tables in Hollywood Bowl before piling into Unit 7 nightclub and getting glassed by a fucking scrawny crack dealing Woodlands School dropout. And as for Shitsea... (Yes, I only live about 10 mins away from Bas)

Our combined contributions so far, plus my own couple. Who needs Tripadvisor? P.S. BIG UP BASILDON

Oh yeah, forgot he’s of the Nor Folk. In which case, I think my point is made Good point about Leek! Dire place I’d blissfully forgotten about

Welcome, sir. Glad you could join us on Deathlist.net for some high brow moral impertinence and unequivocally sordid debauchery. I'm sure you'll fit right in! Nice username, by the way. I think Jeremy Vine might've read a couple of your irate ramblings on his cunty BBC Radio 2 show before?

...meaning he's a good idea/possibility for 2019...?

This shitty Venn took 90 seconds on Word but it sums up my personal observations:

No way, José.

“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.” ― Dalai Lama XIV

Spaces 1-4 all taken for José José, I’m afraid.

Spike Milligan told us he was ill on 27th Feb 2002. He was 83.

Think Feb is done for me. Though if James, Jowell, Vervoort or Ding Dong die within the next 48 hours I'm gonna fucking piss. Quim's March Malingerers: 1) José "José José" Jose 2) Ken Dodd 3) Leah Bracknell 4) Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Shivakumara Swamigalu 5) Kirk Douglas

You know her personally, Tenzin?

It was the Ender Wendy Richard on this day 9 years ago, aged 65.

If Nabi Tajima is still around on 10th April (44 days time), she will become the third oldest person ever to have lived, at 117y 249d. Only Sarah Knauss (119y97d) and Jeanne Calment (122y164d) have ever done better.

But factually, a corker.

Apparently died of 'Natural Causes'. Only 53. She was excellent in Dibley. Great shame