That’s not funny. My father was once killed by a facial. True story. The year was 1993. Saved By The Bell was the best show on the Zenith tube, but it caused a lot of people to self-examine their looks. My father just wanted to look his best in his high-top pumps so he could be the next Mark Paul Gosselaar or Lark Voorhies. He decided to change his name to Stim Vancoovhor and get a facial to match the new name. It was snowing, as it oft will in Spring, here in southern Louisiana. His rocket skis malfunctioned down the mountain on his way to Macy’s and he ran into Sonny Bono, fracturing all his femurs and phalanges. When he saw his disfigured body that night he took an entire bottle of Vitamin C and became so immune he died. Sad site. To this day I still can’t handle the Emergen-C ballerina with her stories about putting on 10 shows a week.