Joan Rivers in critical condition

[Sean88gt]

Not critical anymore.

[davbrucas]

Her family gonna get paid. She "stopped breathing" while having a procedure done and went into cardiac arrest. Sounds to me like someone didn't have control of her airway while she was sedated for a procedure.
Just speculation based off what I've read online though.

[line-em-up]

I saw a headline on the Internet this morning that she was back home and doing good. so much for that.

[UserX]

RIP, Joan

[Sean88gt]

I saw a headline on the Internet this morning that she was back home and doing good. so much for that.

Wishful thinking by the guy supposed to be operating her oxygen tube? Or a deeper thought, like, she went heavenly home?

[orphan Shelby]

Well Damon she was funny. RIP

[Baba Ganoush]

She was one funny chick. R.I.P.

[jw33]

She died doing what she loved...

[Sgt Beavis]

Sucks but also great that she lived so long doing what she loved.

[Cooter]

She died doing what she loved...

LOL! I think she would get a laugh out of that one

[UserX]

She wrote in her last book, this is her ideal funeral.

"When I die, I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action...I want Craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don't want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don't want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing "Mr. Lonely." I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyoncé's."

[scootro]

She wrote in her last book, this is her ideal funeral.

"When I die, I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action...I want Craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don't want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don't want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing "Mr. Lonely." I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyoncé's."

sounds like a great send off!