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Celebrity Morgue
Celebrity Morgue - Update August 29, 2011!

GG Allin's brother, Merle, describes finding GG dead - “He was all purple. He had snot coming out of his nose and blood coming out of his mouth and a big fucking scowl on his face. It was typical GG."

Well, here's our GG Allin front and center in the morgue (quick, hold your nose). Now a lot can be said about GG Allin, for instance, he's dead (thank gawd), he was gross (that's an understatement), was mentally challenged (my opinion) and he had the world's smallest penis (just a bump really BUT I actually saw a picture of someone sucking on it). Now I'm going to throw a few pictures in here of Sir Allin right up front so you can "get a feel" for him.

GG Allin

GG Allin

GG Allin

GG Allin

Yeah, yeah, I know, John Lennon he ain't, but he does have that Elvis sneer, don't you think? Anyway, let's get started, shall we? 'Jesus Christ Allin' was born in New Hampshire on August 29, 1956. Not sure if his father meant it as a joke but GG's mother did rename him Kevin Michael Allin. "GG" was his brother's mispronunciation of "Jesus." GG grew up a misfit, and turned to rock 'n' roll to in his words "destroy and fuck up everything that ever got in my way." As time went on, GG was considered a punk rock sort of god. If you were to attend one of GG's performances, you would encounter GG who would smear himself in his own shit and blood from wounds he inflicted on himself. Yes, you read that right, he shat right there on the stage in front of everybody, smeared said shit on his body and threw what was left at the audience. A lot of "in the know" fans brought umbrellas because they wanted to be prepared when the shit started to fly, well, at least the shit that GG didn't eat. GG would pick fights with himself and the audience and pummel himself as well as the audience during his shows and he once knocked his own teeth out with a microphone while performing. No, the teeth were not fixed and it gave him a sort of toothless quality to his features as you see below.

GG Allin

GG cut himself with knives and just in general ran amok. GG was a one-man disaster. He was arrested numerous times, once for endangering the lives of his audience. GG was in jail a lot and in hospitals a lot more. He had a criminal record a mile long as a result of all of his chaos.

GG Allin

Now for the death part. On the wonderful night of GG's transition, he was "playing" at a club in New York in 1993. Well, as things got underway with GG shitting on the stage and smearing himself and throwing what he didn't use on his audience, the lights were turned off while he was into his second song. This really pissed GG off because he truly loved trying to injure members of his audience so he then commenced to tearing the place up. GG head-butted a window and it broke (of course) and he started attacking anyone who got close to him, like a mad dog (tee hee). He soon grew tired of all this and GG and his loyal fans decided to move the party to a friend's apartment nearby with GG walking in the streets of New York naked and covered in blood and shit, as you do (thanks Scott). Once arriving there, the party continued with death, drugs and rock and roll not necessarily in that order. No one really paid attention to GG, everyone was loaded to the gills and thought nothing of GG lying there on the floor not moving. They just figured he passed out yet again. And what fun we will have! GG's friends and hangers on started taking pictures of themselves with GG, sort of propping him up and smiling for the camera, all in good fun. A few thought that GG was being a spoiled sport because he somehow didn't act like he was really into it and SO wanted to sleep instead. The next morning rolled around and there was GG, right where they left him. Finally, someone said that there's something fishy here (not including the smell) and called for an ambulance. GG had overdosed on heroin and he was one dead fuck. He was 36 years old. He had really planned to commit suicide on stage on Halloween night (my kind of guy!) but his dream was dashed. No one could believe he was really dead. He had survived horrendous quantities of drugs, beatings, stabbings and blood poisoning but he never died!

GG Allin

Apparently GG's brother ordered the mortician NOT to clean up GG, he wanted everything to be natural, you know, like if GG was just lying there and would awake (Lord, help us) soon. So if you can imagine, while gawking at GG in his casket, you are swept into nostalgia and remembrance when your nostrils pick up the unmistakable odors of sweat, vomit, Jim Beam and, last but not least, shit and piss! Yay! So, as in life, GG in death (whatever).

GG Allin

GG was laid out in his open casket with his leather jacket and filthy jock strap that said "eat me" on it. They said he had on "George Jetson" socks (thanks Scott) and was even more odorous mixing the scent of flowers, shit and piss with whiskey and just an overall scent of GG going bad. Heard tell that his corpse was quite literally seeping embalming fluid because it had been 5 days before they were done with him. It was time for GG to go. His fans soon started taking pictures with him again and yanked down his jock strap to get pics of his incredibly small penis just for old times' sake. They then stuffed drugs into his mouth and washed it down with Jim Beam. Bye bye GG.

So, now GG's band "GG and the Murder Junkies" are no more but I'm sure he will be remembered always. Hey, show some reverence here already! Luved writing this one! I'm afraid my eyes are moist and I must go get a tissue. See you next time, Janet

GG Allin

A little trivia here: GG's drummer had an aversion to clothing and was naked most of the time, including at concerts. The only thing he would wear was this sort of loin cloth thingy and I saw a film that shows him as a pallbearer carrying GG's casket in his little loin cloth. What a trip!



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