Just a day or two ago, my colleagues were talking about two double deaths that had occured years back in our little town of Taiping. It seemed that a husband and wife had passed away within hours from each other and in another case, a husband had passed away and when the funeral was over and done with, the wife died. Life is perhaps full of coincidences. Just this morning, a colleague burst into the staffroom saying that the king was dead. I thought it was the king as in the king that rules or sits over a country but hey, it was Michael Jackson, the Strange One who was once rumoured to have been murdered and buried in the garden in Graceland. This time round, Michael Jackson is definitely dead. The write-ups about him in the Net and in the papers are extremely kind unlike those times when he was accused of playing around with young boys. People are rather kind and sympathetic to dead people, I suppose but that aside, there really are co-incidences in life. Farrah Fawcett, one of the original Charlie's angels had passed away too of cancer. There is a double death in Hollywood and in all cases of death, Hollywood or not, there is pain and suffering...
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Remembering Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett...
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