Death Takes No Holiday…
♣ The Toughest Thing About Life is…Living…♣
Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.
SOUTHFIELD, Mich. — We are all going to die. It’s just how life works. No matter who you pray to, and no matter how clean of a life you lead, we all know that eventually, he’ll come to pay us a visit. We just don’t know exactly when, why, or how. But it’s coming. It may not show up at your door with a clipboard like he does on Family Guy, but you get me. That being said, The Grim Reaper has been working day and night, bagging some pretty big game the last four weeks, and sending a very stiff message that you can get it anytime, anyway, anyhow.
Starting in early June, six different high profile people suddenly passed on in six different ways:
- David Carradine, June 3. While it isn’t exactly clear how he ended up in that position, Carradine was found hanging in the closet of his hotel room in Thailand. Tragic suicide? Umm, no. Sick Homicide? Not exactly. While many reports had his hands bound behind his back, and a rope around his neck. The problem is that the other end of that rope was wrapped around his…ummm…well, let’s just say that this gave a whole new meaning to the term “Kung-Fu Grip”. This death, while tragic, was strangely humorous in a way. The rest of the dark month of June, wasn’t nearly as funny.
- Ed McMahon, June 23: The 86-year-old former Tonight Show sidekick died early in the morning after a series of illnesses. After years in the limelight, McMahon found himself mired in millions of dollars in debt to creditors and attorneys. He was reduced to rapping in commercials for FreeCreditReport.com and doing low-budget spots for Cash4Gold while wearing a neck brace from an undisclosed injury. At his age, one would’ve assumed the clock was ticking loudly on him anyway, but very sad nonetheless.
- Farrah Fawcett, June 25 (12:28p EDT): As the son of a Cancer survivor, hearing about Farrah Fawcett’s battle with anal, and eventually liver, cancer was startling. Sadly, her passing, was the only “expected” death of the bunch. Her documentary Farrah’s Story aired on NBC and was watched by 9 Million people as it gave a firsthand account of her struggle with the disease. When she passed, her death was the most high profile passing of the year and every major network in the country had planned a tribute to her…until…
- Michael Jackson, June 25 (5:28p EDT): Five hours after Farrah Fawcett died, Michael Jackson was dead, felled by Cardiac arrest, seemingly brought about by years of stress and prescription drug use. I have already blogged about my thoughts on the man’s life but his death had the type of affect on society that I am told that the deaths of Elvis Presley in 1977, and President Kennedy in 1963 had. It was at this point that it seemed that something perversely cruel was going on in the cosmos.
- Billy Mays, June 28: It appears that just for shits and giggles, death came and got popular TV pitchman Billy Mays early in the morning of June 28. At 50, Mays had just begun to reach the heights of his popularity with the TV show Pitchmen, his numerous products, plus his apperances for ESPN, and what was to be a major deal with Taco Bell. However, it came to an end when he died of a heart attack in his sleep after being hit on the head by a piece of falling luggage the day before when a flight he was on blew a tire. That went in the “You gotta be shittin’ me” file. (It was later revealed that Mr. Mays died of Cardiac Arrest…brought about by Cocaine usage. That explains why he was always yelling.)
- Steve McNair, July 4: The first athlete to be taken down in this macabre spree of high-profile deaths, McNair is the only one to die by violence. The retired NFL quarterback was found shot dead execution style in his condo in Nashville with a 20-year-old woman who turned out to be his mistress (she was dead via a single gun blast to the head). This is by far the most sordid and salacious of the six deaths, yes, even more than David Carradine or MJ. McNair had been carrying on this affair with this woman, who he met while out with his family at Dave & Busters, for at least 6 months. He’s bought a car in both of their names, and had gone on vacations with her. He’d convinced her that he would leave his wife and children for this woman. All of this was news to his wife (which I tend to find hard to believe). While McNair’s death is clearly a homicide, it’ll be a minute before we know if the mistress offed herself, or something else went down. In the eternal words of Flavor Flav: “It all adds up to a F*cked Up Situation!”
Six high-profile deaths in a month are enough to make anyone think about their own mortality. I have had two near-death experiences in my life, both in this decade. The first was August 6, 2003 when I was in a heinous car accident while driving on I-696. The car was totaled, I was left in a neck brace with a separated shoulder and a concussion, but I was able to see birthday #24 a month later. The second came on July 5, 2009 (which, for those of you scoring at home, was two days ago). This time I was driving south on the Lodge Freeway in Southfield, headed back to crib after grocery shopping when, I assume, the shock on my rear driver side wheel blew out and sent me wobbling and spinning all over the freeway and onto the shoulder where I narrowly avoided being t-boned by a speeding car.
You see, things like that let you know that it’s real out here. People die everyday, and we should be thankful and grateful for the time we get on this planet. Every so often, we need a reminder. Death plays no favorites and takes no prisoners. Enjoy every second you get here, and make the most of what you have. Lord Knows, I’m trying.
Take Care, God Bless, Always Dare To Be Different, and G.O.M.A.B (ΦΒΣ/ΖΦΒ)!
Until Next Time…Just Live Your Life…Σ