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Michael, Farrah, and Ed

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I figured Michael Jackson would have lived forever. And with all the strength Farrah Fawcett underwent, death was as unpredictable. Ed McMahon's decease, conflicting in addition, stirs a bereaving attitude in America as well. I always felt desolation occurred as a ricochet of sins.

I grew up on the king of popularity, watching my cousin dance to remixes of his and his sister's music. My personal favorite is "Rock My World." Recent and more drawn to the electric popular tunes, he draws nostalgia on my childhood. The Dream, Chris Brown, Justin Timberlake, and Usher shall carry his legacy on with their absorption, however.

As for Farrah Fawcett, I've probably seen an episode of Charlie's Angels when I was too young to remember, but I understand her actual character and have the same amount of depressed lament. perhaps McG can direct and complete a trilogy in memory of her. She reminds me of the struggle a female juggle deals with, or attempts to escape. She was a beautiful image and representation to women who wanted to pursue show business, domesticity, and personal indulgence; she was a hubris of her own kind.

Lastly, I may not have been familiar with Ed Mcmahon outside his contribution to Britney Spear's fame, but his part in this celebrity recession is as mournful all the more. He's impressed himself to be a successful producer to the televised industry. He spent his eighty-six years in hordes of lauding and exalting although no time is ready enough.

Death is the typical reflection on the span of life; it's when one reviews everything he or she has or hasn't done. Or it's the acceptance that he or she is going, inexorably. It's the pride and sadness of halting their goals or the regret of not feeling the best about one's accomplishments. It's leaving it behind for a new and inevitable entity. The duration of one's life should be of well conduct, for the self and the ricochet. Death will arrive suddenly or knowingly. Any way it may be, everyone's door is in its path. Death was the wall to their strides, uncontrolled as their vectors and destinations aborted, anyway.

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About Sarah Estime

Sarah Estime is an aircraft mechanic in the United States Air Force. When she is not working her day job, she is composing works related to young adult, humor, and experimental drama. She has been published by the "African American Review," Canadian literary magazine "What If?" and photography litmag "BurnerMag."