Death and disaster only make me love you more
Thursday, January 31st, 2008, 3:07 pmNote to self : when feeling sad about Heath Ledger’s death, watching tribute videos on YouTube doesn’t help.
I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense here, but I’m still reeling from the news that Heath Ledger died last week. He was such a good actor. And now his baby girl is going to grow up without knowing him. It’s just so sad.
And it reminds me of other celebrities’ deaths that affected me … namely River Phoenix, Jeff Buckley and Michael Hutchence.
First thing I become aware of here is the age difference … I was 12 when River Phoenix died, and 16 when Jeff Buckley and Michael Hutchence did, not 3 years off hitting 30. Am I not too old for this fan-girl behaviour?
And there’s a consistent theme here. Reported stories indicate that all 4 of them were doing something incredibly stupid that led to their death - like, taking ridiculous amounts of different drugs together or going for a midnight swim fully clothed (in steel-toed boots, no less) alone in a river. (And the jury is still out on the asphyxiation thing - official line is MH committed suicide, but popular belief is it was a kinky thing, which I don’t think is stupid in and of itself, but doing it whilst alone? My god. So much for having a safety word.) Either way, they all would’ve been better off if they’d just gone to bed. (Well, in Heath’s case, if he’d gone to bed without taking a shitload of prescription drugs.)
Anyway, the most obvious similarity is of course that I was chronically hot for all of them. [sigh]
So by that rationale, it would appear their deaths upset me so much because they were all incredibly cute and fantastically stupid.
The most annoying thing of all of this though is that Heath’s death brings back to my fore-brain memories of friends who have died, one of whom is intrinsically linked in my mind with the afore-mentioned Mr Buckley. So you see, it’s a vicious circle of thoughts of death, and I think it’s probably unnecessarily and unhealthy. And yet …
