Though the title of this post refers to the oft cited belief that famous deaths come in threes, my focus is instead about the lives. After Ed McMahon passed, we didn't have to wait long for Farrah Fawcett and even less time for Michael Jackson to follow.
Focusing on Jackson, I have long felt sorry for him, as I feel he was another young star who, like many, proceeded to have a very difficult life. He was such a good singer and dancer, and undoubtedly the king of pop for a long time, but we're all aware how his life seemed such a tangled mess.
After very successful careers, Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett experienced great difficulties later in life, but all too frequently it seems in popular culture that those who soar the highest at a young age find they are floating up there with no real support, no connection to reality. Their fall back to
Earth is all the more perilous than the mere mortals around them. Michael Jackson was an enigma in life. In death, I hope he rests in peace.
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