After hearing of the apparent suicide of Robin Williams I really started thinking of the loss we have had with recant years.
From Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston to Harold Ramis and Bob Hopkins and many many more before, between and after them.
Whether It's the damnation of cancer or the chains of addiction...these People took to the stage to entertain millions of people through the love and hate of fans and critics and the blinding blaze of cameras leading to stalkers and scandals.
We must remind ourselves from both older generations and up coming to respect the art and inspiration these people, famous or not have giving us even if these artist haven't change the world or haven't even made it out of the confinement of his or her own safe zone, art is art to someone as long as the priviliege does not corrupt it.
The chances of this meaning anything are slim considering how many whack jobs, sellouts, pretentious and down right despicable people are in the entertainment industry right now.
Someone was bound to make this little memorial, why not me.