It’s a proven fact (but don’t ask me to prove it) that more elderly people die in January than any other month. I’d imagine that many of them die right after a birthday, too. Folks hold on ’till they reach a milestone (e.g. the new year), then they let go.
So maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part, but I like to imagine that when Brooke Astor heard Karl Rove was swinging on out of the White House, she decided to give up the ghost. I mean, c’mon: you’re 105 and you’re limping along and someone tells you that the Doughboy of Evil won’t be sitting on the president’s shoulder anymore, and you gotta think to yourself, “Wow, things oughtta get better from here. Peace out.”
Farewell, Mrs. Astor. You and your estimable, wisely vested wealth seriously, totally rocked.
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