The Death of Celebrity.

Wow, Farrah Fawcett-Major and Michael Jackson both died today. I wonder what legacy they will leave.

Farrah leaves behind in my mind sunny, beautiful, cheerful thoughts, plus I am in awe of her bravery to film a documentary of her battle with cancer over the past three years. That takes some resilience to allow others to see you at your worst, when in Hollywood image is everything. May she rest in peace, sincere sympathy to her family, this was not the end she deserved.

And Michael, whose music I grew up with and loved. And yet his image is tarnished by the (unproven) allegations of child abuse. I feel for those children of his, as lord knows what sort of a life they have lived (were they even schooled?) and I have no doubt that the Jackson family will make the care of those kids a huge melodramatic legal circus (how much money would be involved to have those kids in your clutches?) But then again, perhaps, I will be proved wrong. Maybe there will be dignity for Michael eventually. Vale Michael.

Whatever happens, these two people have touched my life in all sorts of ways, and the world will miss them.