Jun 28, 2009 13:45
Last night i had a dream about being kidnapped by Billy Mays.
This afternoon, i found out that he's dead. At only 50, just like MJ. No cause of death, yet.
Man.
The cult of the celebrity is often useful & this week it's brought into focus how relevant mortality is.
I just saw Billy Mays a couple of weeks ago in Madison Square Park during the BBQ festival, handing out OxiClean samples in case anyone got sauce on their clothes. I've spent hours staring at his face & didn't expect it could be gone so soon.
He was more the average guy turned celebrity than any kind of superstar & that's what i find so striking about his death: realizing that thousands of other average faces are losing their light at this moment. It's not good to dwell too long on death, but channeling proportion is also good for a state of being. When i heard that MJ died, it made me feel the opposite of materialistic & superficial things seemed...well, superficial.
obit