CELEBRITY MEMORIAL FUND: LIL JON

Chile, Martin Lawrence was right! Black folks are very cold to their rappers. It seems like just yesterday we were getting slutty in the club to a Lil Jon track. I guess considering R. Kelly and T-Pain has every black song covered until Barack Obama's inauguration, Lil Jon will be collecting unemployment checks like the rest of us. Or worse, maybe we'll see him homeless on a block in ATL with a sign saying "Will say YEAH for weed."

WEEKLY MEMORIAL FUND: YVETTE WILSON

No one can play the role of the sassy, all up in your business neighbor better than Yvette Wilson. In the nineties, she was all over our televsion screens with Moesha, The Parkers, and Thea.

Thea Vidale. We must take up a collection for you as well. We know that you competing on Last Comic Standing was a blatant cry for help. Don't worry. We have some food stamps in the mail for you already.

But back To Yvette!

Yvette has not had work since Ashanti was an unknown, talentless furball stuck in Irv Gotti's throat. There has to be someone who could use her in there sitcom or movie. Couldn't she at least be cast as the new Pine-Sol lady or something? Or better yet, maybe she will have a stint on Celebrity Fit Club. Yvette, keep your fingers crossed. We believe in you.

MEMORIAL FUND OF THE WEEK: TRACIE SPENCER

She started out with so much potential. Spencer was the youngest female artist to sign a record deal with a major label, Capitol Records. She had several hits which included "This House", "It's All About You (Not About Me)", and of course "Tender Kisses". Oh, and who didn't love her and her cameo on Family Matters. However, that was then and this is now.

The last time that we at the Diva Chronicles heard, Tracie was going by the name of Almondy and making a lot of money working the stripper polls of Walla Walla, Washington. It is bad when Shanice has more relevency than you, but we still wish her the best. And if you do go visit her in that seedy, rat infested place of ill repute called Wild Willie's Women and Waffles, please feel free to slide the poor girl a twenty.