Okay dammit, there have been too many artist and fictional deaths this year.
I’m fucking sick of it.
Like who, you ask?
Alan Rickman — this was bullshit. Not that old and we had no idea it was coming. Shenanigans.
Bowie — no comment required.
Prince — ditto. All of these are utter bullshit
Norma Bates on Bates Motel. Okay, we knew that was coming. So why was it so horrifying and tragic? Because they’re great at what they do.
Anton Yelchin –again, this was bullshit. Crushed by a car that should have been recalled months earlier. Shenanigans again.
Glenn and Abraham. *sigh* Just because we read about it first, doesn’t mean it didn’t tear our hearts out.
Gene Wilder lived a long, full life and was a pretty cool dude. He was 83 and had Alzheimer’s. So this one is not bullshit, just regular sad.
Leonard Cohen — again, not exactly youthful, but a loss all the same.
Hodor. God damn you grrm. A man lacks honor.
It’s the middle of November, and I’ve got to think we’re due for another major blow before the year ends. Who will it be? Someone we all love and admire. Another beloved actor? A great musician? Me? As I say in my reviews: Time will tell…