Following a collapse onstage, Morrissey—the only musician that really matters—has been released from the hospital and is recuperating on a grand feather bed pilled high with delicate throw pillows and Oscar Wilde books. (Not that there would ever be a good time for the Mozzer to die, but to take the stage, say "Good evening... probably," perform "This Charming Man," and then crumble to the floor is a pretty amazing way to go.)
We checked with his publicist and Morrissey's upcoming tour will not be canceled (he'll be here on November 30th at the Roseland). Thank you for not dying, Morrissey. A world without you is a world not worth living in.