After a man ate a ghost pepper in a contest, not even a burger and six glasses of water could stop the burning. He ended up in the hospital with a 2.5 cm hole in his esophagus–not from the pepper, but from the extreme vomiting it caused. 23 days later, he was discharged with a gastric tube that delivers food directly to his stomach. Source

It is with the greatest sadness that we have to break the tragic news that our beloved Pete Burns of (Dead Or Alive), died suddenly yesterday of a massive cardiac arrest.
All of his family and friends are devastated by the loss of our special star.
He was a true visionary, a beautiful talented soul, and he will be missed by all who loved and appreciated everything he was and all of the wonderful memories the has left is with.
We have no more words, we will make a further statement when we have had a chance to come to terms with our devastating loss.
He will live forever in our memories.

Sending you all our love.

X Lynne, Michael, Steve X

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Alrighty, so my friend @bimtrashes​ wrote a parody of Burn from John Laurens’ POV

I decided to record said parody. 

PLEASE NOTE: I am not Pippa Soo. I cannot sing very well. This is the only time I have to do this, so please forgive me if my voice cracks or if the timing is off a little(both of which I know happen). 

The lyrics are not mine. The art is not mine(idk whose it is. A friend sent it to me. If it is yours, let me know, I’ll tag you)



I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them
I knew you were mine
You said we’d be fine
I thought you were mine

Do you know what my father said?
He caught me setting letters aside
And said
“Be careful with that one, son,
He’s making you more than just smile.”

You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
Ruining palaces with your paragraphs
Wrecking cathedrals

I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me
Captivated by the appeasement
From every line
Saw every sign
That showed you were mine

The world seemed to

They’ll light up the letters I wrote you
They’ll erase the fact that I longed for you inside my bed
In clearing my name, and part of my life

Do you know what my father said
When he read what we’d done?
He said
“You’ve fallen for another man,
I won’t bear to call you my son.”

You and your words pleading impatiently
My sentences rendered too reckless
They’ve grown paranoid of the first paragraph
“To convince you…”

You, you, you…

They will erase me from our narrative
Soon, future historians search for our affections and where it all starts
They’re tearing us apart

And I’m watching it
Watching it burn

The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in my head
They won’t know what I could have said
He’s burning the memories
Burning the letters that might have set me free

They’ll forfeit the rights of my heart
They’ll forfeit your place in my head
I’ll lay alone on my bed
With all of those memories
Of when you were mine

I hope it won’t burn.