The New Yorker Pays Tribute to the Late Joan Rivers with Superlative Cartoon Reflecting Her Great Acerbic Wit

The New Yorker paid beautiful tribute to the late great Joan Rivers with a superlative Friday cartoon reflected the comedienne’s wonderfully acerbic wit. While Joan’s unexpected death dealt a significant blow around the world, there is a bit of comfort to be found in the what she wrote about her own inevitable death in her 2013 book I Hate Everyone, Starting With Me.

“When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name) I want my funeral to be a huge show biz affair with lights, cameras, action …“I want Craft services. I want paparazzi. I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing “Mr. Lonely.” I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing like Beyonce’s.”