….And Elvis Is Still The King. Unless You’re A-Rod.
He raked in $49 million dollars last year and tops Forbes’ list of the richest dead celebrities. And the runners up are:
John Lennon ranks second with earnings of $44 million, followed by Charles M. Schulz ($35 million), George Harrison ($22 million), Albert Einstein ($18 million), Andy Warhol ($15 million), Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss) ($13 million), Tupac Shakur ($9 million), Marilyn Monroe ($7 million), Steve McQueen ($6 million), James Brown ($5 million), Bob Marley ($4 million) and James Dean ($3.5 million).
You know, part of me wants to say something about how silly this is but then when I think about a baseball player with the ridiculous nickname of A-Rod bailing out of a contract worth over TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY Million Dollars because it isn’t enough, the whole dead celebrity thing somehow makes a lot more sense.
I’m having a hard time understanding why someone who plays a game is worth about as much as the gross national product of, oh, say, Bangladesh. Okay, he’s good. Yeah.....for that kind of money he should be able to win a World Series by himself.
And before you even ask if I’m just jealous, damn straight skippy I am. Two hundred and fifty million dollars? I could live very well off of the interest on his interest, thank you.
Isn’t this just a bit out of hand? But...it does make me feel better about a dead guy raking in forty-nine million bucks last year.
And I like Elvis better anyway. But two hundred and fifty million dollars? To play a game....?
Okay, Ill stop now. Sheesh.















