Dead Celebrities

Amy Winehouse is the latest dead too soon celebrity, as an Elvis fan, I can feel for Amy’s fans, wondering how a person so talented, famous and loved could be so pointlessly and wastefully dead at only 27.

My initial reaction was not quite the, aren’t they already dead response that I get to the tabloids at the supermarket check out line when they feature photos of elderly celebs who had last passed out of the public eye, but who were apparently not actually dead, just forgotten.

Amy Winehouse seems to have been determined to overdose, so in many respects, it was just a matter of when. My response was more to wonder, why with her money, didn’t she hire someone to be sober and watching over her?

But then, that didn’t work out too well for Michael Jackson.

So, the lesson seems more to not using drugs above your ability to remain a functional person – thus one should avoid physically addictive drugs – and to know your limit and toke within it.

What’s incomprehensible to us mere unfamous mortals is how can a person who is famous – and famous for actual talent who worked hard to become famous – as opposed to insta-fame of infamous for anti-social actions or behaviours or reality program famous. People becoming famous for stunts or crimes makes more sense than unreality programs – which are a bizarre form of escapism that makes little sense to me – certainly, far less sense than drugs or alcohol – at least they can be entertaining and thought provoking.

But what we mere mortal fans can’t understand is our fave celeb being unhappy while at the same time, being that celebrity.

Being famous doesn’t solve any of the problems that you had before – it makes money problems less, but not family dynamics, it lessens your ability to trust people, it puts you in unfamiliar territory with precarious staying power – if anything, being famous – especially if at a young age or too fast, will destabilize you and becomes almost a gateway addition of it’s own – unless you maintain a level head (assuming you had one to start with) and a supportive family structure to keep you grounded.

The love of fans does simply not compare to the love of family and friends, which is for you the actual person, before the fame and money, to the best and despite the worst.

Fan love is blind to faults, while being fickle and often unforgiving – it is not dependable – and perhaps drugs are the easiest way to simulate that sense of being cared for, protected and a well being of knowing you’re the centre of the universe.

We love our celebrities to death, yet we seem constantly surprised by that same death.