The ghost of you

There are many things that might remind someone of their mortality. One of the less dramatic ones (ironically) seems to be the death of stars. Music, film, that kind of star, not the gigantic thermonuclear kind.

I suppose it's the death of Robin Williams that's brought on this line of thought, but more so as I came across one of Philip Seymour Hoffman's films. The end of Jack Goes Boating, no less. I keep thinking how in Scent of a Woman O'Donnell and Hoffman played classmates, only a few years apart in age in reality, but the two went somewhat different ways since then.

The thing is, sooner or later, as more of the famous people you grew up watching or listening to disappear, less and less of them can be considered to be gone before their time. Eventually people begin to go in the fullness of time. To quote the House finale, everybody dies.

It is not always that I consciously think about it, but there is a reason Roy is quoted up at the top.

Currently: reflecting on memories
Listening to: Ella Henderson - Ghost