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This Afternoon in Celebrity Purgatory . . .
by Chris Tyrrell

published 7/19/99

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On the principle that laughter heals, this humor piece is dedicated to the memories of John F. Kennedy Jr., Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy, and Lauren Bessette. Click to read the original This Morning in Celebrity Purgatory.



MARIO PUZO sits on a bench, in purgatory, shaking a pair of
dice in his fist.  He releases them into the air.

                      PUZO
          Lucky seven!

The dice fall.  A five and a four.  JOHN F. KENNEDY, JR.
enters.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Hello?

                      PUZO
          Hello.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Excuse me . . . do you know where I
          am?

                      PUZO
          Oh my God.  You're a fuckin'
          Kennedy, aren't you?

                      JOHN-JOHN
          John F. Jr.  Do I know you?

                      PUZO
          Mario Puzo.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Of "The Godfather" fame?

                      PUZO
          And "The Last Don."

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Wow.  You wrote "The Godfather."

                      PUZO
          I did.  And many other books.
                      JOHN-JOHN
          Sinatra took a swing at you, right?
          Because of a character in "The Godfather."

                      PUZO
          Hey, kid.  That's ancient history.
          We've made up since then.  Fact is
          he was still here a month ago when I
          arrived.  Took the boys upstairs a
          long time to weigh in on that one.
          Ol Blue Eyes did it his way--and his
          way sure was naughty.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          It was.  I learned all about him in
          that Rat Pack movie they did for
          HBO.  Apparently he knew my Dad.

                      PUZO
          Your Dad was a man of such
          staggering power and charisma.  No
          one could say no to him.  Not even
          Frank--who inspired fear even in his
          dearest friends.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Yeah.  Ray Liotta was a real son-of-
          a-bitch.

                      PUZO
          Say, John-John.  How did you end up
          here?

                      JOHN-JOHN
          I can't say for certain.  I was
          going to a wedding--I remember that
          much.  We were flying in my private
          plane.  I gave Car-Car the wheel
          while I fixed a couple nightcaps in
          the tail-end of the plane.  Then all
          I remember is a lot of plummeting
          and spilled ice cubes.

                      PUZO
          That's too bad.  Well, you won't be
          here for long.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Why's that?

                      PUZO
          Kennedy Compound North.  They'll be
          coming for you in no time at all.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          I'm not sure I know of that one.

                      PUZO
          Oh, it's insane.  Your dad and uncle
          and cousin . . . the whole clan are
          up there.  Non-stop parties.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Is my mother there?

                      PUZO
          Yes she is.  And she's just as
          glamorous as she was when she OD'ed.
          Jackie, however, stays with the
          Onasis family.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Jackie was my mother.

                      PUZO
          Right, kid.

STANLEY KUBRICK enters.

                      KUBRICK
          What's the haps, Puzi?

                      PUZO
          Stanley.  You know JFK, Jr.?

                      KUBRICK
          No way.  John-John?

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Nice to meet you, Mr. Kubrick.

                      KUBRICK
          Wow.  You're, like, my hero.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Really?

                      KUBRICK
          Yeah.  Do you have any idea how much
          you were worth?

                      JOHN-JOHN
          I'm not sure that's a measure of
          character in any way.

                      KUBRICK
          Right, right.  But so much god-
          damned money!  Man.  Hey what was
          Darryl Hannah like?

                      PUZO
          Kubes, he's here with his wife, man.
          Not cool.

                      KUBRICK
          Sorry.  But, God!  Darryl Hannah.
          She was hot.  You see "Clan of the
          Cave Bear"?!  Damn, that was
          tribally hot!

                      JOHN-JOHN
          I suppose.  You know, Stanley, I
          feel I should tell you that we just
          did a review in George Magazine of
          "Eyes Wide Shut," and . . . it
          wasn't . . . particularly glowing.

                      KUBRICK
          No sweat.  You see the opening
          weekend B.O.?  Killer, bitch.  Made
          more than Clockwork, The Shining,
          and 2001 combined.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          It just goes to show that your
          genius was finally appreciated.

                      KUBRICK
          It goes to show that Kidman's ass is
          money in the bank.  Ha!

                      PUZO
          You know, John, when you get up to
          the compound, I was wondering if you
          could put in a good word for me?
          You can mention my book "The Fourth
          K," if you need to.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          I'm not sure I know that one.

                      PUZO
          Well, the main character was a
          fictional Kennedy who was the
          beloved President of the United
          States.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Really?  I bet they'll like that.
          And did he live to be a respected
          historical figure?

                      PUZO
          No.  He was shot to death.  Maybe
          don't mention that part.  Or say it
          in a kind of pouty, cute way.

                      KUBRICK
          Sounds like it'd make a great movie.
          You know who I see in the lead?
          Nicole Kidman's ass!

                      PUZO
          Anyway, see what you can do.  You
          hold the strings, my friend.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          I think you overestimate my power.

                      KUBRICK
          No, he's right, J-Town.  You could
          crap in a Dixie cup and it'd beat
          all the Gores and Bushes of the
          world.  You're the sexy, sexy man of
          all time.

                      PUZO
          Yeah.  You know, for a lot of
          people, not passing the bar exam
          stops being adorable after the third
          or fourth time.

                      JOHN-JOHN
          Why was my family so cursed?  We all
          die so young!

                      KUBRICK
          You're lightning in a bottle, kid.
          Any idea how my DVDs are selling?

The voice of ST. PETER is heard.

                      ST PETER
          Attention all co-eds and Kennedys!
          The express lane to Compound North
          is now open.  We apologize for the
          delay.
                      JOHN-JOHN
          Well, I guess that's my . . .

With a flash of light, John-John is sucked up into heaven.
Puzo looks at Kubrick and shakes his head.

                      PUZO
          Christ, Kubes, how long you gonna
          take on this purgatory thing?  I
          mean, I know you're a perfectionist,
          but you've been dead a long time!

                      KUBRICK
          Duh, I'm just making sure I don't
          get screwed on the "Eyes Wide Shut"
          percentage points.

                      PUZO
          Gotcha.  Well, I guess it's just you
          and me now.

                      KUBRICK
          You know, Puzi, I always thought you
          were a good writer.  I mean, look at
          all the cash you raked in with
          "Superman."

                      PUZO
          Or "The Godfather."

                      KUBRICK
          Yeah, but "Superman" could fly.

                      PUZO
          Yes he could, Stanley.  Yes he
          could.

Puzo puts his arm around Kubrick.

                      KUBRICK
          I know he could.  I saw the movie.

                      PUZO
          I'll bet you did, Stanley.  I'll bet 
          you did.

Puzo nods and smiles.

                      KUBRICK
          I didn't like the one with Richard
          Pryor too much, though, because it
          only grossed . . .

                      PUZO 
          Shut the fuck up, Stanley.


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Name: Chris Tyrrell Responds
Subject: Re: The Pederastic Proofreader
-- Jul 24, 1999 at 1:00AM
Please. Can't we all get along?

Name: Chchchris
Subject: Re: The Pederastic Proofreader
-- Jul 23, 1999 at 7:19PM
Yeah, but then the pun on "pederasty" would be lost.

Name: The Pedantic Proofreader
Subject: Re: Beantown
-- Jul 23, 1999 at 6:15PM
Your obloquy was quite amusing. However, if you are going to use words such as "pedanticly," you ought to learn how to spell them: try "pedantically."

Name: Chris Tyrrell Responds
Subject: Re: Beantown
-- Jul 22, 1999 at 12:19AM
I like double hyphens too!

I'm not sure what to make of all that. Very nice prose, I will say. So good, perhaps I'll just be genuine for once in my god-damned life.

I had my bar-hopping--if you want to call them that--(see: double hyphens!), in your good town, NYC. I spent the largest part of my life in the suburbs of D.C., but I consider New York to be just about the best damned place there is, and I was privileged enough to spend 5 wonderful years there. Money & love forced me to Beantown about 3 years ago--but it's not much of a hometown to me.

On the other hand, you are correct. The "T", unlike my good old 2-3AM N&R train trips to Brooklyn, does cease service at some ridiculous hour.

More importantly, however, is the lack of 24-hour NY-ish delis. We have Walgreens. Hence my bitterness.

But I don't hate Boston, Chris. And I love the Kennedys, if we're being completely honest. And John-John, like you and myself, probably felt more a New Yorker than a New Englander.

What's the point? I don't know. But I'm glad you dumped that friends of yours, because it seems like he really didn't know when to shut up.

Chris

Name: Chris in NYC
Subject: Beantown
-- Jul 21, 1999 at 11:34PM
An ex-Bostonite friend would comment -- well, he won't talk to me any more, so an ex-Bostonite ex-friend would comment -- drolly -- for this was a very droll ex-Bostonite -- that -- and I may be misremembering the specifics -- for it is not the exact hours that are important here, but rather their relationship -- although I suppose it could be argued -- pointlessly, but accurately -- in a word, pedanticly -- it could be pedanticly argued that since this is a rip -- bad choice of words, perhaps -- a joke at the expense -- a dis, if you will -- a dis of a specific and actual town -- Boston -- the town where you, Chris who is not me -- you are "based" -- per your mini bio on this very article -- which I must assume to be accurate -- factchecked, even -- more factchecked than the following figures -- that Boston -- remember, this is my ex-Bostonite ex-friend -- well, he was still a friend at the time -- although he probably still says this now, as it was one of his favorite lines -- speaking -- Boston, he would say -- he hated Boston, I might note -- Boston is the kind of town where the bars -- see where this ties in with the "ripping"? -- the bars close at 1 a.m. -- small caps are impossible in this text box -- the bars -- and I have a feeling you may be familiar with this type of establishment -- they close at 1 a.m., but -- and this is the typical thing, the echt-Boston quality that the entire anecdote -- one which I am borrowing, as I've said, from an ex-friend -- which would presumably anger him -- but whatever! -- the entire anecdote hangs upon this -- that whereas the bars -- in Boston, remember -- your hometown -- where they close at 1 a.m. -- a bit early for us Manhattanites -- but then I am not a bar-hopping fellow -- so the fact that they close at 1 a.m. -- and I seem to recall, from my trips there -- though they generally did not involve bars -- that they do, in fact, close at or about 1 a.m. -- but that the subways -- the "T", as you Bostonians -- have I been saying "Bostonites"? -- as you Bostonians, as I believe you -- not just you, Chris of Boston, but you Bostonians in general -- you prefer to be called -- the subway, the "T" -- here I could put a joke about the Boston "T" Party -- but why? -- the "T" closes at 12:30.

(at 12:30 a.m., that is -- thirty minutes before the bars close -- if that wasn't clear -- for the joke -- such as it is -- the joke depends upon understanding this -- but a funny fellow such as yourself -- you know this.)

Name: Chris Tyrrell Responds
Subject: Re: John-John the Ripper
-- Jul 21, 1999 at 10:17PM
Touche, Chris-that's-not-me. Touche.

Though your "rip" pun is quite charming, however, I feel it's absolutely tasteless. If the Kennedys--and, as I've said before, the dirty Irish people as a whole--do have a proclivity to drink, we must at least be sensitive to them in their time of need.

That time is now, Other Chris, and I'm afraid your off-color pun leaves a bad taste in the mouth of any of us who weep at all cursed Camelot-ian tragedies.

Shame.

Chris "Yes It's Me" Tyrrell
Chris

Name: Chris, but not Chris Tyrrell
Subject: John-John the Ripper
-- Jul 21, 1999 at 1:00PM
Well, with a Kennedy there, it seems pretty likely that they're all going to get ripped at some point...

Name: Chris Tyrrell Responds
Subject: Re: Rip
-- Jul 21, 1999 at 12:31AM
Good question, Other Chris.

Rip is short for Riplancibald. As in the famous confetti-throwing Riplancibald Taylor, or Larry Sanders' stodgy producer, played by Riplancibald Torn.

Let us not forget that we hope John-John, Mario, and Stanley all RIP themselves.

Name: Other Chris
Subject: Rip
-- Jul 20, 1999 at 3:51AM
You know, I used to get Rip Torn and Rip Taylor confused.

I mean, what the hell kind of name is "Rip", anyhow? Is it short for something? "Ripbert"?

Name: Chris Tyrrell Responds
Subject: Re: JFK Jr
-- Jul 19, 1999 at 10:20PM
Funny you should say that--I said the same thing myself today.

And if I do indeed go to hell, Andy S., you're more than welcome to write a funny piece about it. Is Rip Taylor dead? If he is--he might be a great second character, to kind of "spice up the comedy."

Anyway, I look forward to reading your piece about me in hell, when I'm dead and in hell.

Thanks for the comments!

Chris

Name: Andy S.
Subject: JFK Jr
-- Jul 19, 1999 at 1:59PM
You are going to hell.


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