Brittany Murphy’s husband, Simon Monjack coughed, too, y’all.

Apparently Monjack was Brittany's prom date back in the day.

I swear. Simon ConMonjack is on my last GD nerve. (Who isn't these days? But still.)  Simon wants all of us to know that HE coughed, too, man.  He even coughed up "SPITTLE".  I. Hate. That. Word.  Spittle?? That's the stuff that gets stuck in the corner of your mouth when you eat too many sour SKITTLES...hence the word.  I've had pneumonia.  It's not just small amounts of spit--it a sink covered in bloody phlegm, mmkay?  Spittle. Dumbass.

Monjack had the gall to tell People.com this load of crap:

"Monjack said Thursday that Brittany didn't seem very sick on the day she died. She was "not that ill," he said. "She wasn't coughing up. I've had pneumonia and coughed up handfuls of spittle. So yeah, everything surprised us, everything."

Asked about the coroner's assertion that his wife's death could have been prevented if she'd just gone to the doctor sooner, Monjack said, "I don't know what he said so I don't want to comment on what I haven't seen."

For him, a chapter has ended. "Case closed," said Monjack. "As the coroner said, there's no foul play."

I really, really hope the authorities are still sniffing around this douche.