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i have important news for the world
Nov. 29th, 2010 12:33 pmYou know something? People die. Especially people in their 80s. So you can quit acting all surprised and devastated when some elderly actor dies. HE WAS AN OLD, OLD MAN, he had a long happy life doing what he loved and died peacefully in his sleep with his wife at his side. Not naked, leech-covered and bullet-riddled in a South American hellhole, not screaming under the flaming wreck of a semi truck, but quietly in his sleep. It's not a supreme tragedy. It's sad, sure, but shocking? No. World-shattering? Not in the slightest.
You know who else is going to die? EVERYBODY. Every actor in Hollywood, every sci-fi author, every director - EVEN THE YOUNG, HOT ONES - they're all going to die. You, me, Quentin Tarantino, Ringo Starr, Eric Clapton, Mike Nesmith, Justin Bieber, Madonna, Lady Gaga, Matt Groening, Stan Lee, that guy over there, that kid in the stroller, the politican you hate, the politican you love, that jerk who just cut you off at the corner, we're all going to kick the bucket. Today, tomorrow, sixty years from now. It's what we do. Get used to it; it'll save you some trouble down the road.
And guys? Your heartfelt memorials ring sort of hollow when it concerns talent whose body of work you've ignored for the past twenty years. These are people who literally had to drop dead to get your attention. Better you should find some actual living people and celebrate THEIR lives, while they're around to appreciate it. I realize it's a bit more difficult to wax enthusiastic about living creators - somebody might disagree with you about a live person, as opposed to a corpse, whom nobody wants to speak ill of - but by golly, sometimes you have to go out on a limb and compliment live people.
Sorry if this is kinda harsh. But every time some nerd icon drops dead, LJ, Facebook, Twitter, are all jam packed with amateur obituaries all competing to see who can shed the most crocodile tears. The recent death of (INSERT CELEBRITY HERE) was merely the last straw. Save your energy for the living. They appreciate it more.
You know who else is going to die? EVERYBODY. Every actor in Hollywood, every sci-fi author, every director - EVEN THE YOUNG, HOT ONES - they're all going to die. You, me, Quentin Tarantino, Ringo Starr, Eric Clapton, Mike Nesmith, Justin Bieber, Madonna, Lady Gaga, Matt Groening, Stan Lee, that guy over there, that kid in the stroller, the politican you hate, the politican you love, that jerk who just cut you off at the corner, we're all going to kick the bucket. Today, tomorrow, sixty years from now. It's what we do. Get used to it; it'll save you some trouble down the road.
And guys? Your heartfelt memorials ring sort of hollow when it concerns talent whose body of work you've ignored for the past twenty years. These are people who literally had to drop dead to get your attention. Better you should find some actual living people and celebrate THEIR lives, while they're around to appreciate it. I realize it's a bit more difficult to wax enthusiastic about living creators - somebody might disagree with you about a live person, as opposed to a corpse, whom nobody wants to speak ill of - but by golly, sometimes you have to go out on a limb and compliment live people.
Sorry if this is kinda harsh. But every time some nerd icon drops dead, LJ, Facebook, Twitter, are all jam packed with amateur obituaries all competing to see who can shed the most crocodile tears. The recent death of (INSERT CELEBRITY HERE) was merely the last straw. Save your energy for the living. They appreciate it more.
