Amidst the hype of the ongoing New York Fashion Week, the fashion world is mourning for comedian Joan Rivers. The E! Fashion Police host died of cardiac arrest on September 4th at 81.

Joan's death was a great loss to the fashion media industry. Known for her blatant remarks, Joan has brought a different flavor to fashion criticism.

When I die (and yes, Melissa, that day will come; and yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action … I want Craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene!

I want it to be Hollywood all the way.

I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing “Mr. Lonely.” I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag.

And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyonce’s.

R.I.P. Joan, thank you for the stomach pains the world shared from laughing. You will be remembered.