Bad day for icons

Nothing makes you feel your mortality like watching the people you worshipped in high school dropping like flies. It was sad enough that Farrah Fawcett died today at age 62 after several years of what had to be misery, fighting anal cancer. Then I got home last night, turned on the news, and heard the Michael Jackon died at 50, probably from an overdose of prescription drugs. An inglorious end to both, after reaching dizzying heights in their heyday. Especially Michael Jackson, who is literally the soundtrack of a generation. As Quincy Jones said, he was a talent that comes along, "not once in a lifetime, but just once." R.I.P.