Q: And you thought it was hard out there for a pimp?

A: Just try being a ho!

It was bad enough when it was just the nappy-headed hos getting all laughed at by the racist core of corporate media. But if there's anything worse than a moderately popular morning disc jockey making an offhanded derogatory comment about you, it's death.

So as rough of a week it's been for continental hos, it's been even rougher for the Pacific Islander Hos. By which I mean the Don Hos. By which I mean Don Ho has died.

Ho down: Bad week for guys named Don, hos and Don Ho

Via the Washington Post:

Don Ho, the entertainer whose vivid shirts, baritone voice and easygoing manner came to symbolize his native Hawaii to millions of visitors, died last night. He was 76.

Ho, who had performed steadily since the 1960s and could be found several nights a week performing at a Waikiki hotel, suffered a heart attack, Honolulu Mayor Mufi Hannemann told the Honolulu Advertiser.

It's like I've said a thousand times before, down-low hos always come in twos. And by "a thousand times before," I of course mean "whenever I'm calling for prostitutes." By which I of course mean several hundred times before. And if you're wondering why I always ask for two, it's because I order prostitutes from Little Caesar's.

Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh, right, a man has died. Have some respect, for God's sake. Interesting side note to Mr. Ho's obit:

In recent years, he had heart problems and underwent experimental stem cell treatments in Thailand in December 2005.

He told reporters that he had scarcely been able to walk and would have been finished without the procedure, which reportedly involved injecting cells from his blood into his weakened heart. He was said to have learned about it on the Internet and said it was his "last hope."

Tune in to Rush Limbaugh on Monday, when Rush will claim than Don Ho is exaggerating the effects of death. In other news, President Bush is an idiot.