OK, I’ll admit it. I can be a sick bastard sometimes…and I’m pretty OK with that, because it keeps me entertained and off the streets. I’ll own up to possessing a fascination with dead pools. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, a dead pool is a contest in which you pick 10 people you think will die over the coming year. Some pools charge admission and offer prizes, some offer only the satisfaction of participation, with the prizes being the satisfaction inherent in knowing that you’ve chosen correctly. What all pools share is ghoulishness and a not insignificant creep factor. Yeah, there’s something kind of sick about speculating on who will be visited by the Grim Reaper.
My latest favorite dead pool is the Rotten Dead Pool. It has what I’ve found to be the most available information and a searchable index in case you don’t really have a clear idea of who you think might buy the farm over the next year. If you want to gauge the depth of my sickness, my picks can be found here.
I know; I really should seek professional help….