Fans of high-caliber camp had a freakout earlier when it was reported queer filmmaker John Waters had just passed away. “Acclaimed Cult Filmmaker, John Waters … Drops Dead at 67!” read the headline for a obituary by Nigel Covington of NationalReport.com.
Apparently, Waters had died from natural causes. (Waters would just hate to die in such a boring manner.)
The blogosphere went abuzz before the Prince of Puke could announce he was very much alive, thank you. (Or that National Report is a satire site, and not a very good one.)
“I woke up and John Waters is dead,” tweeted one woman. “I may have shed a tear or two and I will mourn now. and watch Cry Baby on repeat.”
Waters told the Baltimore Sun “From beyond the grave and back, I will confirm this is a hoax.” He’s in Manhattan preparing take his one-man show, This Filthy World, to Belgium.
Eat shit, John Waters. And we mean that as a compliment.