It shocked and upset me this morning, hearing on the radio, it seemed unreal. This evening, I was on the the phone to someone who said she felt saddened for the whole day, and it brought on the tears. It seems a bit weird, somehow, mourning the loss of someone you don't really know, but I suppose it's also to do with the feelings triggered that are associated to it all - first connecting with friends over 10 things I hate about you (possibly my favourite film of all time?); losing people you love (where almost every death acts as a reminder); suicide & depression (what's the point in living, again?); memories of particular people with gorgeous accents (I want sexy back...) all wrapped up in a young movie star's drug overdose. I fear that his films (of which I have three staring at me at this moment) will be forever tainted, or will they become so readily disconnected from his eventual end? That perhaps someday in the far future it'll jump into my mind suddenly and I'll think - hey, remember the day that Heath guy died?
It's a sign of the times that within 24 hours of the event, a facebook group dedicated to his memory already has over 9,300 members with over 1,000 posts.
:,o(
On the jukebox: Jeff Buckley ~ Hallelujah
It makes it worse that it was apparently an accidental overdose. He really wasn't meant to die :o( x
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