Yesterday, we celebrated our independence. Today, we mourn the recent loss of an American hero.
Boots Randolph, the genius behind "Yakety Sax," has died. Thank you, Boots, for making our lives just that much better. Now, cue the mental image of Boots, St. Peter, and St. Peter's large-chested assistant chasing each other around at 48 frames per second. Bawwwwwwwww, baa-baa-bupupupu, bapapapa-bupupuuu, baa-ba-bup-pa-buppa-bap!
More importantly, these sorts of deaths tend to happen in bunches. Watch your ass, Herb Alpert. (Aside: lyrics!)