Hugh Hefner, the Overlord of tastefully shot, scantily-clad or full on nude women of extraordinary beauty, died around three AM of what is suspected to be a heart attack, in his palatial Estate.

Mr. Hefner is survived by a fifty-plus year long string of erections and sexual frustration. His contributions to society will forever remain unequaled.

The mass media is not reporting this story yet, because of fear of what may happen when the word gets out- after all, all that great big Booty may never be shot the same way again, and this may create a panic.

So, in the interest of the nation, I felt it would be a good idea to let the cat out of the bag here on EBW, for a few special friends, first, in order that we might get a taste of the mayhem that will surely ensue when the General Population hears of this...

Rest in Peace, Hef... and know that you cost my Puerto Rican Maid a GREAT deal of time, washing the crispiness out of my sheets, as a young, spoiled child.

We will always have our memories of you, but SHE will have my DNA as a testament to your greatness, possibly in her hair. 

Thanks, Hef... You will be missed...

Oh, and I told you so.