"Most of you know him as Joe the Policeman, on the what's going down episode of That's My Momma. Put your hands together for Jackson Heights' own, Mr. Randy Watson...Randy Watson!"
Sadly, this is the first thing that I thought of when I heard about Whitney Houston. For those that do not know this quote, it is from the movie Coming To America.
Why do people get so personally involved with celebrity deaths? The news this morning mentioned that the public funeral for Whitney Houston will most likely be at a big sports arena. Why? Have you ever gone to the funeral for someone that you did not know personally or in support of someone that did know them personally? I find this strange. If I attend a funeral, I would have known the person, or I would be there to show my support for someone that had a personal relationship with the deceased.
So, what are you doing this weekend? Oh, not much, shopping, cleaning, waiting in line to see Whitney's funeral. Hey, would you like to tailgate with me? Really?
Whitney's death was unfortunate at 48. But, I would argue that what is more tragic is the hundreds that are killed by drunk drivers or those that battle cancer and don't make it. Why don't strangers line up to attend these funerals?
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. ---e. e. cummings
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