Admittedly, though I don’t dislike Michael Jackson’s music, I’m not a fan; preferring blues, jazz and folk. However, I feel a bit sorry for Farrah Fawcett, who was “Robert Mitchum’d,” i.e., she had the misfortune to die (in my family we don’t “pass,” no euphemisms here) on the same day as Jackson and has now been obscured. Certainly she wasn’t as “big” a celebrity, but she fought a helluva fight against “The Big C,” as John Wayne characterized that dreadful disease.
Death is, well, death and whoever it calls, we’re all a bit poorer for the loss.
