Now let me first start out by saying that when Breaking Bad ended, I cried like a little baby girl into a pile of blue rock candy because I literally loved that fucking show. It was my teacher, mother, secret lover. BUT I understood the thin line between television and reality thanks to a Blossom incident I had several years ago-I won't go into details, but let's just say that Mayim Bialik punches like an angry man. ANYWHO...apparently there was not only this obituary, but a funeral procession, programs, and an actual grave site with an actual headstone for Walter White. Fans were even allowed to throw dirt on the grave. Now, this was also a charity event, and it raised $17,000 for Healthcare for the Homeless, so I guess that's good-but it also pissed off a lot of people for good reason because their loved ones final resting places were being disturbed by a bunch of idiots mourning the loss of a fictional fucking character.
So I guess the upshot it; you don't need to make a spectacle to raise money for a charity, especially when the character you're mourning showed you how profitable the meth industry is.
Oh yeah and uh...don't do or sell meth-you will have a BAD TIME.
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