What is going on with all the dying? You can’t open a paper these days without an prominent obit and it’s getting officially creepy. I’m continually checking my pulse.
And when did death become a popularity contest?? With huge names like Michael Jackson and Walter Cronkite checking out, equally big names like Karl Malden, Frank McCourt, Steve McNair and Oscar Mayer sadly take a backseat. (by the way, it’s a good thing Oscar wasn’t around to see the Wienermobile crash into a house the other day. He would have been boiling…or grilled). And what to say about Farrah Fawcett? That poor woman. Suffers with what sounds like one of the worst cancers imaginable, becomes relevant again through her poise and courage during the dying process and then the gods pull the rug out from under her by having her die the same day as Michael. There was only one way Farrah Fawcett’s death would not have been the top story on the evening news and unbelievably enough it happened. Someone give the girl a rewrite, would ya. A mulligan. Something.
Anyway…never thought I’d write Michael Jackson and Walter Cronkite in the same line…but death does that. Strange bedfellows to be sure.
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