Tim Russert, God-fearing family man

Bo Diddley, father of rock n’ roll

I don’t doubt that these people were extraordinary human beings who made sizable contributions to society. Out of respect for their loved ones, they deserve to be posthumously honored. However, what I can’t stand is hearing other people sing their praises. People who never met the deceased. People who are fair-weather fans. People who never watched Meet the Press, saw Carlin’s stand-up act or heard the track ‘Bo Diddley.’

I overheard someone the other day commenting that ‘losing him (Tim Russert), is like losing a brother.’

Are you kidding me? That guy has obviously never lost a brother.

Famous people get something that no one else gets – they are truly immortal. We can enjoy their works forever. They remain ageless, as we choose to remember them the way we want to. Sure, you’ll always have the memories and images of your loved ones that pass over, but it’s not the same as the eternal life spawned by celebrity.

Let’s be nice about death. But not stupid. There has to be something between remorse and the Celebrity Dead Pool, no?

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