I think it's similar to what happens when politicians die in plane crashes (which they seem to do disturbingly often). People lard their hopes or imaginations into the human figure, and have to mourn the "death" of that imagination as much as they mourn the death of the real person whom they never met.
My coworkers in 2004, who had never even lived in the same state as Paul Wellstone (and thus didn't have direct reasons to lard their hopes into him), flipped their lids when he died.
BTW, he was found in an apartment owned by Mary-Kate Olsen.
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CNN is now reporting that it's a suspected suicide. Also, that it was Mary-Kate Olsen's apartment he was found in.
It's terrible, and heartbreaking.
le nubian's link makes mention of him and Michelle Williams having split up recently, which maybe makes more sense of the situation.
I'm sad... I thought he was one of the people who was going to make it though all the Hollywood BS undamaged.
They split up last year sometime.
About 22,000 or so people die of drug overdoses per year in the US. It raises at about 15% each year. One of the key sources is actually opioid pain killers -- oxycodone, hydrocodone, methadone and fentanyl, which are legally prescribed pain killers. But can also be taken out of prescription for thrills. The rest is made up of heroin, pretty much.
this may seem callous but I am so mad at Heath Ledger right now. He was filming The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus with Terry Gilliam.
Lainey is certainly intimating that Ledger had a big drug habit.
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what a stupid fucking waste
Laga, he might well have filmed his part in that.
I did cry, and then I felt stupid for crying over someone famous