Celebrity deaths are always difficult to handle, but when an entire week is full of sad news, it's hard to recover quickly. David Bowie and Alan Rickman passed away this past week, as did Brian Bedford, the man behind Robin Hood's voice, and former NFL running back Lawrence Phillips. Millions of people received the news on various social media platforms, and proceeded to spill their guts on how they shaped respective outlooks, validated ideologies, or simply entertained a formative mind.
Mr. Bowie inspired the world with random outfits and unflappable musical integrity. The iconic chords, lyrics, and characters that he is the genius behind holds a candle to no one. He was a one-of-a-kind personality whose impact goes beyond specific memories. His greatness is shown in the fact that he made you catch your breath and think, "I am glad this came into my life". Assuming these talents will always be there to amaze us again, for the same goes for Alan Rickman. He created iconic movie characters that define films, not because of over reaching, but rather sheer talent and time-manifested dedication to a craft that showed up in the cinema and on stage, time and time again.
The voice of Robin Hood died, along with a piece of your childhood; a classic Disney character's has been silenced.
If that wasn't enough, it was followed by an NFL bust, with the man perishing in jail.
Juxtaposed to three film and music icons, Lawrence Phillips died in a jail cell. The pride of Nebraska University, lottery-draft-selected running back of the L.A. Rams, got burnt out in the pros. His history of run-ins with police had no booster to block it from the papers, no influence on the police to allow a boy to be a boy. Phillips law enforcement encounters continued on and on, until a mandatory long haul in prison was required. That sad spiral of wasted talent and resources ended in his jail cell, along with his life.
Why mention Phillips amongst three pillars of pop culture? We remember three for what they did, one foe for what he did not. Three who busted their ass, achieved great things. One who had everything on a silver platter and ended up dead in a jail cell.
Death sucks, but life continues. You gather what you can each day, form a picture for the rest of your life. Hard work only amplifies talent, turning it into a solid skill. Time spent not honing your craft leads to disappointment in oneself, and excuses. Rest in peace gentleman; life lessons, experiences that you are all responsible for will not be forgotten.