Here’s the funny part, though. Death is the most democratic thing there is. Doesn’t matter if you’re a billionaire or a busker. It knocks on every door. It doesn’t care about your Grammy or your Oscar.
So today, some famous person got that knock. And we’re left here, holding our phones, feeling a little silly for crying over a stranger. But it’s not silly, is it?
It’s proof we’re alive. We feel things. We connect. We borrowed their light for a moment. And now the bulb went out.
What do we do now?
Well, first: don’t panic. You’re not next. (Probably. No promises, you reckless goblin.) Second: let yourself mourn for five minutes. Or five hours. It’s fine.
Then, do the ritual. Queue up their best song. Watch that one scene. Read that one quote. Let the algorithm serve you the underrated deep cut.
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And here’s the trick: shamelessly share it. Text your friend that link. Post it on your story. Be a little annoying about it. That’s what fame is for. It’s a shared delusion we all signed up for.
