June 25th, 2009. A Day In The Life.
Or, in the cases of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, The (Final) Day In The Life. I read the news today, oh boy. 'bout two unlucky stars who once made the grade, And though the news was rather sad, I just had to laugh... Actually, no I did not laugh. When I heard the news today I so didn't laugh. I cringed. First, the biggest sex symbol of my 1970's childhood has to go and die of "anal cancer," but then gets her own death sniped by an even bigger star from that same time period dying the same day, as well? Wow, what did that Charlie's Angel do to deserve all that ? Back to how she died. I'm not proud to admit this, because I know it speaks to how shallow I suppose I must be, but when I heard what kind of cancer she specifically had, I seriously cringed. Can't it just be "death by cancer ?" Does it really have to be "she died of anal cancer?" So, I decided that I needed to find a prayer for not getting this, since it bot