Following the Stars

Known personalities pass, not known personally.
They are remembered as the backdrop to our growing, their voices and faces, songs, shows, were always there as we awakened to the world.
Nostalgia. The driver of mourning for people we seldom think about until they die.
Is it enough?
Is a sharp wit and a foul mouth enough to be mourned? To be celebrated? To have your face plastered everywhere?
Stardom, the diseased popularity contest where no one really wins, or they win for the wrong reason.
Grandmas don’t cuss like that. It’s a surprise so it’s funny.
Ok. And then? After the facade of the visual not lining up with the sound has faded, what? What???
Kill your idols.
Burn them in the fields.
They will all die anyway.

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