Warren Zevon finally sleeps: One of my favorite singer-songwriters is gone, of lung cancer, at age 56. He was diagnosed a year ago with terminal cancer and spent the time with his grown children, finishing his final album, and eating bacon and eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He died in his sleep, the last fate anyone would have predicted for him. I'd say bless him, but he'd probably rise from the dead and punch me. So I'll just say, I'll miss you, Warren.