Sorry you lost your lives, celebrities — I’m pretty sure you were fond of them. Still, with your current selves out of the way, we can now focus on remembering your heyday. Before we were forced to listen to those unfortunate details of your lives.

Lauryn Hill forever, I don’t care how many babies she has.

The length of the copy I have is 37:18, and begins with Buddah Monk saying, “The Ol’ Dirt Dog is here!”, followed by a minute of ODB talking about how he has the 24-hour flu and is so sick that he probably shouldn’t be doing a show.

I was riding down familiar roads, headed with three of my oldest homies to go see another old school friend. Someone popped in a homemade mixtape, providing the ride’s soundtrack.

Biz has the flyest, cutting edge 1988 technology: “Finally I step off all alone / Up to the top level to use the telephone / Never use a quarter, cause I got a calling card / So I can reach out and touch everybody I know”