Heath Ledger

There was tragic waste of life in the death of 28 yr-old actor Heath Ledger. Death is just that--tragic. Immediate speculation was that the cause was suicide by some kind of drugs. He'd just finished filming his role as the Joker in the latest Batman-related movie, and you probably know the details of his reactions to that--insomnia, the latest sleeping pills, depression, a general disassociation from the Hollywood crowd..... I think they'll find it to be an accidental death. I think he was just at wit's end trying to get some rest, and he over-medicated.

Made me wonder how many other tragic deaths occurred on the same day. I wondered how many people know of mydeathspace.com and the death notices that are posted there weekly. What strikes me is that a death there is only one that had a myspace page prior to demise. How many, m-a-n-y others are there out there who died and have no other place of notice besides the online newspaper or perhaps some other kind of online memorial.....

Just seems like when someone's life is over, something of utter significance should happen in the world--of global proportion--to acknowledge it. A volcano should blow, or an earthquake should go off... The sky should blacken for a time to symbolize the light that's been snuffed out. Just doesn't seem okay for life everywhere to keep going on as usual as if nothing truly life-altering just happened in the lives of the people who loved that someone.

I don't get life.

And I really don't get death. Not today anyway.