Monday, June 29, 2009

Great-Uncle Albert Wins for Funny Quote of the Weekend

Older Lady: Did you know (insert name)?

Great-Uncle Albert: No.

Older Lady: He died.

Great-Uncle Albert: Well, I'm glad I didn't know him, then!

I don't really care about what happens to celebrities....

...most of the time.

When Princess Diana died, I watched coverage for days and cried. (I was named after her.)

When John F. Kennedy, Jr. died, my father had just died two months earlier and I was still quite, once again, I was glued to coverage and cried. (Plus, I'm one of those annoying girls that really love Jackie.) Seeing that young, handsome face all over the place and knowing this man was gone was just really, really sad. There are no other words for it. Just sad.

I can't even read about Michael Landon's last days without crying. He has always been my idol, and I feel an extra kinship with him and his family since my dad also died of cancer.

I thought the endless "Jon and Kate" coverage was nauseating, and people's reactions equally so. My coworker was reading-off her friends' Facebook statuses...all-upset over Jon and Kate's break-up. Who cares? You don't know these people, and for all those saying "those poor children"...YES, those poor children for having immature, money-hungry parents who are okay with sticking their kids in the spotlight...but, their parents are getting divorced. They still have both a mom and a dad who love them. They will be taken care of. It's not that tragic.

And then two celebrities die in the span of a few hours and I felt sad about both of them, despite that they weren't any Princess Diana or Michael Landon, in my eyes.

I can't handle anything cancer-related. I really can't. I have seen a lot of it in my lifetime and I'm pretty sure I'll lose it if I need to watch somebody else in my family waste away from another long, painful death. I know what cancer does, how it robs your physical and emotional self until there's nothing left. I know what it's like to pray for the end to come...and that's why I found myself crying all over the place as I watched a few minutes of the documentary on Farrah Fawcett. I'd cry like that for anybody. It's truly one of the worst things a family can go through, and my heart goes out to her family and friends. My closest uncle died in February after a five-year battle with cancer. I saw him just hours before he died, and I'm yet to shake those images of him, along with the last images of my dad, out of my head. I wish Farrah peace now that she is no longer confined to a sick body...a body is just a body after all, isn't it?

And then The King of Pop died.

I liked what John Mayer had to say about Michael Jackson's passing: I think we'll mourn his loss as well as the loss of ourselves as children listening to Thriller on the record player.

Thriller was a few years before my time. I was a baby when it was released, and connect any of those songs with just being very little. I connect those songs with early childhood...and I always hated when people sang "Dirty Diana" to me. My sister and older cousins would do it because they knew it annoyed me.

And even if he wasn't as physically sick as somebody suffering from cancer, he was definitely "sick" and I feel that he, too, is now at peace, something I don't think he ever found while he was on this earth.

Fly free, Captain Eo!

A beautiful tribute to Michael from Gavin Creel and the wonderful cast of Broadway's HAIR:

Diana Rissetto