There are a lot of things worth saying tonight. Among them is an apology that I haven't gotten a chance to post much lately. Going hand in hand with that statement, is the fact that I've been unable to pay tribute to two incredible talents that left us recently, on the same day no less. Billy Mays has followed since, of a stress-induced heart attack (an oddly fitting way for him to go, no disrespect intended), and Ed McMahon passed on a few days earlier than these two with little fanfare.
The deaths that made the most waves were those of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett, the former's funeral taking up all of the 24-hour news stations as well as causing an interruption in the major networks regularly scheduled programming. With the world in morning over the death of one of pop culture's most iconic figures, Farrah Fawcett has gone sadly overlooked, and though I was not alive during the pinnacle of her career, I think that her death should be given the attention it deserves.
Does it really matter that Jackson was buried without his brain so that the toxicology tests could be run after it had sufficiently "hardened"Â post-mortem? As Brian Williams ruefully observed during his telecast, "There are times when the people choose what is important, and this is one of those times."Â Was he a tortured soul, a loving father, an angelic pop legend, or the freakshow the media turned him into later in life? Does it really matter? With any luck, they have all passed on to a better place, and as much as we debate their legacies in years to come, it is for one reason and one reason alone that we come together to honor the lives they led"Â¦ so that they may rest in peace.
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