Farewell Andy: World left alone to question absurdity

Andy Rooney. The mere mention of his name brings a smile to my face.

Andy’s voice was the last thing heard on Sunday nights when viewing 60 Minutes, and we all know the best is often saved for last.

Andy’s wry commentaries about life’s large and small absurdities provided a great source of amusement for me, and I admired the heck out of him.

But what I want to know is: WHO KILLED ANDY?

He told his last little story and wrapped up his run on October 2nd when he sadly said goodbye to 60 Minutes.

At 92 years young he was finally retiring.

And then, out of the blue, Andy was pronounced dead on November 4.

He died “from serious complications following a minor surgery.”

Huh? What kind of surgery? How minor are we talking here? What hospital was he in? Did anyone even do an autopsy to determine the actual cause of this wonderful man’s death?

Okay, so he was 92, but geeze, he sure looked okay to me on October 2.

Wouldn’t Andy himself ask these questions if someone he admired suddenly dropped dead from “minor surgery?”

Yeah, I think he would.

He would want to know who the idiot medical professional was that caused this untimely and no doubt unnecessary ending of a life.

Maybe it could simply be attributed to the bazillion murderous germs occupying hospitals which kill thousands each year, after of course the patient has survived being cut wide open and gutted like a fish, to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of surgery bills (still collectible, thank you very much, even though your loved one is stone cold- dead two days later).

Andy was predeceased by his wife of many years but he still has children and grandchildren.

I can’t find anywhere that there’s any type of investigation taking place, and of course the family is entitled to their privacy.

I’m certain that Andy would insist on that—he despised even being asked for his autograph in public places.

But this is bigger than Andy.

Here’s a story he could’ve chewed on especially when there are so many statistics confirming crappy medical care.

Healthy folks are dropping like flies when in the hands of the “trusted medical facilities” all over America.

Really Mr. President? You want to force me to buy your health insurance? The very plan that nary a single member of Congress would EVER subject themselves or their families to?

Nope. Not gonna happen.

And when this subject comes up again, as I’m sure it will (Mitt’s all over this one), I will fondly remember Andy and sadly recall just how successfully his top of the line health insurance panned out for him. In the meantime, rest in peace Andy.

Maybe someday my questions pertaining to your death will be answered, but know this: You have succeeded in inspiring this one ranter from Woodgate’s soul, and I’m darn glad I’m able to put my concerns in print.

Thank you, and farewell, Mr. Andy Rooney.