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Today's theme is death.
From Billy May's death this morning to the sermon at church, today things revolve around the idea of dying.
Michael Jackson died a few days ago, now Billy..... So much for all those American pop idols, they're dropping like flies.
I never really knew much about MJ, though I'm still kind of awed by the concept he was still mortal.
The idea that famous people are immortal is silly, but I can't help it.
The part of me that thinks my little brother will never grow up and there really is a pot of gold beneath every rainbow is convinced that reality is just a myth.
Billy Mays is dead, and I had just saw 'Pitchmen' that morning and hadn't known.
I'd always had this impression that he was a douche, but he was a loveable douche.
My generation grew up with his OxiClean and Orange Glo infomercials, his loud voice and bearded face playing on our tellies.
...I keep searching 'Billy Mays' on Google, absolutely sure it's all just a joke. I guess if its on TMZ, CNN and Wikipedia, it's real.
No matter who you are or what you do, you'll go to sleep one night, never to go to sleep again.
It's like Father said, "The mortality rate for humans is 100%. There is no escaping it."
MJ couldn't escape it, Tomoji Tanabe lived twice as long, but he couldn't escape it either. (And if the Japanese can't cheat death, the Americans have very little chance of success. v.v)
My family is Catholic, so they've got a Heaven to go to when they die.
I'd like to think that there is, but I wouldn't end up there anyway.
Billy Mays probably would, and I'm not sure about MJ.
There's that funny hole in my heart, that two people who brought so much to the world simply aren't anymore.
Like with Billy, he was fine one day, death the next. Was, was not. Alive, dead.
I never cried when my step-grandfather died when I was twelve.
There were tears, but only because my brother (five at the time) didn't understand.
The act of people dying doesn't phase me.
The idea that I'll never hear my grandpa play his guitar, or see him spit tobacco into that awful coffee can brings me to tears.
There will be no more Michael Jackson concerts, and no more new Billy Mays pitches.
No more arguements with Sullivan, and no more Sham-wow jabs.
Billy Mays, I wish I hadn't thought you a self-centred person, I see otherwise now.
The world will miss such inspiring people.
~Nuit
 nuit_douce · Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
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