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So the Simpsons recently killed off Larry, one of the barflies from Moe's Tavern, and they did a parody of The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby" to sum up his life.
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Geez, I never thought I'd feel a tad sad for a background character.
#The Simpsons#the beatles#larry dalrymple#larry the barfly#Simpsons#Beatles#Beatles parody#homer simpson#moe szyslak#carl carlson#marge simpson#eleanor rigby#moe's tavern#paul mccartney#john lennon#Youtube#yellow submarine#lenny leonard
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'LARRY DALRYMPLE' (1989-Died April 21st 2024,at whatever age you want him to be?) . Fictional character in the world's longest running animated series,The Simpsons,appearing in it's very first episode,and died in the 15th episode of the 35th season.'Cremains of the Day'.He was a barfly at Moe's Tavern and although he considered the other guys,Homer,Moe,Barney,Lennie,Carl,and Sam,his best friends,the first five barely ever noticed him. He rarely said anything in his appearances. In the aforementioned episode,Homer and his drinking buddies,feeling guilty about not befriending Larry,decide to take Larry's ashes to scatter at a waterfall that he loved,not knowing Larry's criminal involvement in sapphire smuggling with mobster Fat Tony.Cremains of the Day (The Simpsons) - Wikipedia
#Larry Dalrymple#Fictional Character Deaths#Fictional Notable Deaths in April 2024#Fictional Notable Deaths#Fictional Notable Deaths in 2024#The Simpsons#American Barflies#Barflies
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Larry the barfly sat at a stool every night, and he ordered a beer...🎶
#the simpsons#larry dalrymple#iloart#something quick cuz my tablets acting weird and i gotta get up at like 4:30am for work eurgh#but rip larry sorry i didnt draw u until now </3
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R.I.P. Larry the Barfly
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A farewell to Larry the barfly
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Larry's card of the day is: The Ace of Wands!
don't say it's a dick. don't say it's a dick. don't say i-- " it's basically a dick. " goddamn it, creech. " like, i'm not even joking. it's basically the dick card. it even symbolizes masculine energy and powerful desires. so, i'll let you make of that what you will. but to a less phallic end, aces always represent new beginnings - there's a lot of promise for growth in new projects or ventures or relationships. "
Larry snickers a little under his breath, he should have expected something along those lines. Well, the masculine energy and powerful desires part, anyway. He was all about that shit.
He found himself ever so slightly emasculated by the size of the... wand in the illustration, but that was a feeling not wholly unfamiliar to him.
New beginnings, though.... A promise for growth? That part...threw him a little. He wouldn't dare admit it in the moment, not even to himself, but that night as he lay in bed-- alone --in his suite above the casino... that wave of something not unlike despair, that ache of something not unlike misery, washed over Larry as it so often did.
He heaved out a long sigh and turned over, absently grasping for his phone in the dark. Scrolled through his list of contacts, majority of which were fake numbers lady barflies and one-night stands gave him which he'd forgotten to clear out, until he got down to the L's.
Larry Lovage
Lester Laffer
Larry stared at the names for a minute. Or maybe two. Potentially three, he wasn't really keeping count.
He didn't know why he was hesitating.
He knew exactly why he was hesitating.
Finally, Larry managed to tap on his nephew's name, and open up the text chain. He took in a short breath, then exhaled softly.
Hi, kiddo! Its your uncle Larry! How are things? Sorry I haven't messaged you much, things have been a little bit hectic over here! That's showbiz!
It would be swell if we could hang out again sometime! Maybe you could ask your dad to gimme a call when he's able? He still has my number, right?
I love you so much.
Larry frowned, deleting that last sentence.
"That's stupid." He thinks, "Sounds like a cry for help."
I'll see you soon, yeah? Maybe the holidays!! I forgot, do you guys celebrate Christmas there? Or Hanukkah? If I were you, i'd swing for both! Double the presents LOL!
Bye bye, kiddo! Love y
God damn it.
He deletes the last bit.
Bye bye, kiddo!
Hits 'send' without a second thought because if he had those he'd never talk to anyone. He feels like he's just pulled a trigger.
Larry puts down his phone, turns onto his side and wraps himself up tight in a cocoon of blankets, closing his eyes.
It's hours before he actually drifts off to sleep.
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THE LIST
All One-Hundred & Twenty characters of the starting roster!
Done in Excel, do let me know if something is astray
Kang & Kodos and Barflies Sam & Larry were originally separate, and apparently I miss counted, so another four got to be selected, being Herbert, Allison, Rabbi Krustofsky and Artie Ziff, who I somehow missed. I tried to avoid any guest star one-offs, such as Hank Scorpio, Frank Grimes, and June Bellamy. Please let me know if I missed someone important or suggest the combination of certain characters, or even if someone should be removed!
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In Memoriam:
Western Hills Press 1924-2022
Part One – Double Nepotism
The Western Hills Press didn’t quite mark a century, shut down by its third (or fourth?) owner after languishing for a decade. The old rag deserved better, but don’t we all?
The Press was founded by Will L. Finch, who certainly knew his way around a composing table. Finch came up as a reporter for the old Cincinnati Commercial Gazette when it was edited by the legendary Murat Halstead. He was later city editor of the successor Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Finch married a Dent farm girl and moved to the West Side where his civic enthusiasm led him to plant a newspaper when he was 56 years old. The first issue rolled off the presses on 17 November 1924.
Finch died of pneumonia in 1933, just after being elected to the Ohio General Assembly. The previous year, as he launched his political campaign, Finch handed the reins to his young protégé, Al Huneke, who ran the paper for the next 40 years or so. Huneke eventually built a small chain of weekly papers running from Delhi to Sharonville.
Your proprietor entered this saga in 1968, aged 16. My family had just moved from Dent to Cheviot. Our new home was in easy walking distance to the Press at 3708 Davis Avenue. My uncle was the foreman of the printing operation, so I was literally hired through nepotism. As it turns out, my uncle got a job in the print shop because his uncle had a job in the business office, so my career was launched as a case of double nepotism.
Although hired because I was related to the boss, the job I landed was anything but cushy. Officially, I was a jogger. I grabbed newspapers as they came off the press, stacked them into bundles of 150 or 200, wrapped them with twine and loaded them onto wooden pallets. To the printers, I was the shitboy. I had to clean the press between runs, mop the pit in which the press sat, filled with a noxious slurry of water and ink, and I had to haul all the scrap paper out to a baling machine in the parking lot.
My shift was 3:00 p.m. to 11:30 p.m. Pay was minimum wage. While the press was running, it was too loud to talk and the work was essentially mindless, so I got a lot of time to think. I’d compose my school papers in my head and write them out when I got home.
A big, four-unit web press is an expensive monstrosity and cannot be amortized only by printing the 15,000 weekly copies of the Western Hills Press. We printed the sister paper, the Price Hill Press, but also took in job work like the American Israelite, the UC student-run News Record, and lots of K-Mart shopping inserts. We printed the underground Independent Eye for a couple of months until a copy landed on Al Huneke’s desk. We even printed Larry Flynt’s Hustler, back when it was only a PG-rated, two-color tabloid filled with columns written, apparently, by the barflies at Flynt’s saloons.
When I started, the paper was set in “hot type” – linotype cast from molten lead. The linotype machines were upstairs next to the job shop where an ancient letterpress and a couple of offset machines churned out the jobs too small for the big web press in the basement. The life of the community passed through that job shop: church bulletins, business cards, wedding invitations, birth announcements, posters for festivals and dances, award certificates and obituary cards.
The print crew was entertaining and educational. I worked with another shitboy, a toothless 55-year-old from the hills of Kentucky. He was nicknamed Doc, in reference to his intelligence. It was the age of Polack jokes and one day the second pressman asked if anyone had heard about the Polack who was stuck on an escalator for four hours when the power went out. Several hours later, Doc said, “I’ve been thinking about that boy on the escalator. If the power went out, all he’d have to do is jump over the side!”
Our delivery truck was pitted with what the crew called “whiskey divots.” The truck driver blamed the dings on telephone poles that weren’t there yesterday. The crew began sending him off with warnings to avoid the “pixie telephone poles.”
The second pressman didn’t want to be a printer. He wanted to be a fireman. He kept a scanner in the print shop and listened to fire and ambulance dispatchers during breaks. He used to take naps lying under the press while it was running. If anyone from management wandered through, they’d assume he was doing maintenance. The head pressman told us, “He’s going to jump up from a nightmare one day and that press will rip his head off.”
While the second pressman never lost his head (and did become a fireman) many of the crew lost fingers or gained stitches from the abundant hazards of the print shop. In those pre-OSHA days, no one wore ear protection and all the printers went more-or-less deaf from the thundering press. Baling wire was little more than a 400-foot roll of scalpels. Who knew what pigments went into the ink? Any job requiring red ink found the entire crew looking like clowns with bright red noses. Some crimson pigment caused our noses to itch, so we rubbed them with ink-stained hands.
The head pressman collected 1957 Chevies. Once the presses got rolling, he turned things over to the second pressman and scoured the want ads looking for garages to rent. Someone said he owned 40 of the prize autos. Someone else said it was more like 50.
These men had an extensive vocabulary that has yet to appear in any dictionary. Every shift plumbed further depths of vulgarity, obscenity, indecency and scatology. Your basic expletives were as common as conjunctions, and every conversation somehow involved activities that were physically impossible, medically inadvisable and morally reprehensible. The press crew was incapable of uttering the simplest instruction without larding it with malediction. Asked what he was planning for the weekend, the truck driver routinely replied, “I’m gonna fish, gonna fight, gonna [f-bomb], gonna drink some beer.” One of the pressmen regaled new hires with an extended riff involving cunnilingus and flatulence that would probably still get him arrested if he tried to tell it on stage.
I worked as a printer for six years, two years of high school and all the way through college. By the time I graduated, I had worked my way up to a pretty good salary and I was running the plate room on second shift. The plate room was considerably cleaner and somewhat quieter than working on the press itself. Soon after graduation, I was called upstairs and informed that my career plans had changed.
(To be continued.)
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Il produttore de I Simpson si scusa per la morte improvvisa: "Di sicuro non abbiamo ucciso il personaggio alla leggera"
C’è una lezione importante da imparare��
http://www.afnews.info segnala:
I fan di “The Simpsons” stanno ancora reagendo alla morte a sorpresa del frequentatore abituale di Moe’s Tavern Larry Dalrymple – alias Larry the Barfly – nell’episodio di domenica, “Cremains of the Day”. E il co-produttore esecutivo di “The Simpsons” Tim Long ha la spiegazione del motivo per cui lo show lo ha fatto. “Mi…
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Also it’s so fucked that in that new Larry episode sam wasn’t in it. They’re a package deal why the fuck would you kill Larry if Sam wasn’t going to have any emotional reaction. Or even appear really. That’s their whole thing they’re just the other two barflies 😭
#also anyone who got emotional abt Larry’s death is lying#we barely knew the character it was just for shock value and the ep wasn’t even well written#maidsmess
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Muere Larry Barfly, uno de los personajes de Los Simpson
Muere Larry Barfly, uno de los personajes de Los Simpson
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'Simpsons' Producer Sorry Fans Upset by Character's Death, Makes the Point
“The Simpsons” killed off a longtime character this week, sparking shock and outrage among its fans … and one producer says he expects nothing less from the show’s diehards. Tim Long, co-executive producer of the long-running animated sitcom,…
from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2024/04/25/simpsons-producer-apologize-sorry-fans-upset-character-death-larry-barfly-tim-long/
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