We are obsessed with celebrity death; not the passing of old people, who shit in bed pans for 5 years before giving up their ghosts. Mundane death, simple expiration, cessation of life? It’s too plebian.
Nope, we like it big, cinematic, and colorful. And, evidently, in America, to become an expert on something, all you need is for your husband, mother, brother, wife, sister or friend to be killed by it.
9-11 families are experts on war, terror, and security. I guess that makes Cher a fucking ski instructor and a dendrologist.
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