Sam Zell … dead

That's not what a grave dancer does, ya know? They celebrate people's demise; they dance on their grave; they don't help to resurrect.

Now he might have indeed helped distressed companies; but if that's all he did, then he was woefully misnamed.

 

From now on, I'm calling myself The Terminator. It's because I terminate attempts on peoples' lives. Get it?

 

No, what's sacrosanct to me is the meaning of words. And that shithead didn't know what being a grave dancer means and neither apparently do you. Good day, sir!

 

I never danced on a grave, and may Sissy Spacek's hand rise from the dirt and grab my ankle if I should.

 

Maybe Heath Freeman will go to the funeral and somebody will push that twat into the open grave. Fuck both of em.

 

Sam Zell would never be a grave-dancer. According to the title of a Soul Asylum album, he would have had to be in a union.

 

Drove the LAT into bankruptcy, and the c-suite of the Chicago Tribune building had to be fumigated with liquid nitrogen after his henchmen ransacked the place.

 

Well, cross him off then.

 

Unless Zell was using it ironically - which, OK, maybe - he didn't know what the phrase meant.

Cool.

Dance on someone's grave