Somewhere in Los Angeles right now, Richard Simmons while eating his breakfast, suddenly drops his fork onto his plate of food. He freezes in place, then slowly lifts his head to look up with an expression of disbelief on his face….as if to stare the almighty God directly in the eye, to question why he had forsaken him.

He senses it. The streak that lasted for decades…….is over.

He’s not sure who ended it, but somewhere on planet Earth, SOMEONE ended it. His lifelong dream is forever shattered.

He will no longer get to leave this Earth as the gayest motherfucker in all of existence.