[ SECRET POST #2793 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2793 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

Generally when celebrities die, people aren't mourning the loss of the person so much as the talent and potential of the artist who can no longer produce the art they enjoy. Robin Williams may well have lived to make nothing but shitty movies until he was 90, but we don't know that - he may have also made some extraordinary, award-winning films that meant as much to people as Good Morning Vietnam and Mrs. Doubtfire and Hook and Good Will Hunting. But now, because he's dead, we'll never know. We'll never see those potential performances.

Same with Whitney Houston/Michael Jackson/PSH/Heath Ledger/insert morally dubious celebrity here. Even if they weren't terrific people, they were all famous for having an impact on their audience's lives with their art. Maybe people feel guilty for not appreciating them more when they were still around, so they talk them up a bit and share nostalgic memories while the point of said celebrity's passing is relevant.