Dick Clark may be gone, but true immortals live forever

Dick Clark is dead. Next thing you know they’ll tell us that Santa Claus is dead. The Easter Bunny, too.
Dick Clark was supposed to be eternal. A man for whom time stood still. A fixture for the ages.
After all, rock ‘n’ roll never dies.
Pop culture icons become one of us. When they die, so does a little part of ourselves. Or at least part of our shared history dies.
Clark died of a massive heart attack this morning at 82.
Say it’s not so, Grim Reaper.
The World’s Oldest Teenager, famous for his toothpaste smile and everlasting youthful looks that were designed perfectly for the TV screen, had suffered a debilitating stroke in 2004.
I shall not remember him that way.
To me, Clark always will be the signature TV host of American Bandstand and New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, an entertainment tycoon who also was a powerhouse producer in music, television and film.
They can fug-gedda-bound-dit dropping the ball on Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
With Dick Clark gone, nobody cares anymore. Who knows? Perhaps he died so that it can remain 2012 forever.
Clark was a brilliant on-air personality and entrepreneur, a fixture who melded music and TV like no other.
Heaven’s really gonna be a rockin’ place now. The angels finally can ditch those harps. I’m sure St. Peter was playing the Bandstand theme song when he greeted Dick Clark at the Pearly Gates.
Roll over Jimi and tell Janis the news.