Ed Mcmahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson.
All passed away within days of one another. Farrah and Michael on the same day.
The commonly held belief of bad things happening in threes gets a major boost. This trio of passings also lends weight to another creedo, ‘Truth is stranger than fiction.’ If someone were to write a story with similar occurrences it would most likely be ridiculed as unrealistic or too convenient.
As for the three celebrities that passed, each is marked with varying degrees of sadness. Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett evoke pretty straight forward thoughts as they were successful and yet trapped by their fame too. They reached a certain station in life from which they could not move beyond.
Micheal Jackson brings out many conflicting thoughts. Selfishly, I ponder his demise more than the others for the simple fact that we were born in the same year. It is with no sense of higher moral superiority, or snobbier take your pick, that I do not envy him his life. Blessed and cursed by a talent that shaped his life from a very young age, his life seem preordained as to the outcome. Did he ever have free will in controlling his life? I don’t think so. His output in the music industry is forever tarnished by disturbing events in his personal life.
In one of the news panels I watched, an interviewee summed Michael Jackson’s life up quite aptly. Paraphrasing, it went something like this – “Michael Jackson had a unique life. As a child he seemed liked an adult. As an adult, he seemed like a child.’
That strikes me as extremely sad.