On Death and Celebrity

We are just barely at the halfway mark of the first month in the New Year and we have already lost so many iconic performers. Death, that fickle bitch, needs to take a time out, in my very humble opinion.

Over on social media, David Bowie posts, memes, and notes of remembrance, are already being over taken by “always,” and many other Alan Rickman-isms. I get it—I really do. It’s not so much their celebrity, it’s more about how these people helped us discover who we are.

To paraphrase Moriarity (from the Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman most brilliant Sherlock series) People die. That’s what they do.

Celebrate life. Celebrate the good things you’ve enjoyed and the people that mean something to you. Laugh. Be different. Be something special.

I know we are sad for these most recent losses because these performers (actors, musicians, what have you) touched our own lives in different ways. Cancer took both Bowie and Rickman– both at the too-young age of 69. But look what they accomplished in those 69 years.

So I say reflect. Watch a copy of Galaxy Quest or Labyrinth. Listen to one of David Bowie’s 25 albums or enjoy an Indie film of Alan Rickman’s.

Then stop mourning and start living. That’s my plan for today, anyway.