I know what it's all about but i don't want to spoil the (extremely mundane) surprise for anyone else.

The answer lies on the keyring Johnny. that's all i'm sayin'

Miss C's funeral was today. You can read about her box at Neatorama.

I love clever guerilla marketing! This was a most excellent stunt.

Johnny, do you live in a haunted house or is that your "mood" lighting for when you read the Snows of Kilimanjaro for the 46th time this year?

By the way, when the coroner asked me to identify your body, he gave me some "alone time" with your corpse. And let's just say I hope they don't take DNA samples during the autopsy. I grieved. I grieved all over you, mostly your back and in your hair and around your neck.

Sorry you're dead buddy. Can I have your collection or random Disney-inspired jewelry?

I dont know what this, But it seems cool.

Not to be a dick Johnny, but I wouldn't bother.
Have you ever stopped to think maybe this world would be better off without you?

If I learned anything from the Colbert Report last week its that the dead can twitter. Now it turns out thay can also blog.
Oh the wonders on the internets.
What will it think of next?

Wow, JW. Does this mean you can walk thru walls and shit?

Say hello to Michael for me..

Echo, you really should have looked more closely at the body before proceeding with your 'alone time'. The "Rush 4ever" tat should have been a ...ahem... dead giveaway that something was amiss.

It was a setup.

and I've got pics.

Thank you for playing our game.

And tell Billy Mays I want my 50 bucks back.

Oh, and can I have your Elvis glasses?

I'd like you to say hello to Rolling Stone magazine for me, Johnny.
I'll be the tall chick crying at your services. Complete with black roses

And while Vicky is at the service crying, I'll be tucked away at home having a celebratory drink.
(But really, If you are dead Johnny, You will be missed. I might actually cry. Might have a jerk at the same time, Using my tears for lube.)

Maybe they'll bury you within an earshot of Hendrix.

Sharks are dicks.

No, I'm pretty sure I saw JW die twice in Ghost Town, once on the operating table, the second time by bus.

But at least he got a date with Tea Leoni out of it...

And don't go outside your apartment! Sand worms.

Johnny has said, twice now, that he doesn't think he's in hell. So I agree with Echo, he must be trapped in his apartment, having to share with the Deetz family

At least your shorts look like they may be still usable...

Come Mr Tally man, tally me bananas

Hopefully the shark ate his banana.

J-Dub, Just a quick question. If your dead does that mean we are not going to subjected to anymore of that God awful 3 chords & the truth?

To tell the truth I am glad. Of the 100 viewers of your last installment, I was 2 of them.

No, you're not dead, THE REAL Johnny Wright is dead.
As some suspected when you "returned" from your quest, you're really a fake Johnny and not only you're using his name to blog but also is trying to be famous as his ghost.
You should be ashamed of yourself Mr Whoever-You-Are... May the real ghost of the real J-Dub haunt you and scare the shit off of you.

Leo, that's preposterous.

What are the odds that two people could end up looking like that?

There's only one Johnny Wright. Love him or leave him.

I was just pulling a Dave here.

Since neither him or his brother Thomas are here to polemicise...

I know you are you, J-Dub.

Nobody has me reaching for the dictionary more than you, Leo.

It's an honor to have you around my friend. Perhaps you can teach English to the masses while you're here?

I'm flattered, Tim.
One thing I ever done, since I started reading when I was 4, is to look up on the dictionary at least once/day.
You don't really know exactly what all the words you hear really mean... always liked to check any new stuff, either Portuguese or English...