Departing from politics once again, the time has come once again for Wild Card Friday! For this week, I will discuss my strawberry adventure and will give you my remarks on the trio of recent celebrity deaths this week.
First, I will share with you my strawberry quest. It started this morning when my mom wanted to go strawberry picking. We had to go right away, as waiting would make it even hotter weather to pick them.
So me and my brother went with my mom and we drove to a strawberry farm. I grabbed my rectangular carton and was driven out to the strawberry patch.
Once there, I got out and went to work. I searched far and wide, lifting leaves and carefully inspecting each berry. They had to be perfect, and I would only pluck the good ones. After sweeping my assigned row a couple times, it was starting to get hot, and my carton was only about a third full.
With my brother and mom about finished, we all headed back with our well-earned crimson treasure. They then got weighed. Having a carton that could hold ten pounds, I only got about three and a half pounds.
Altogether, our bounty was 13 pounds of strawberries. We paid for our reward, took it with us, and went home.
And now, my remarks on the triad of celebrity deaths. They say bad things always happen in threes. But I didn’t think the third would happen this quickly.
It started on Tuesday with Late Night television legend Ed McMahon. I have expressed my regards in Tuesday’s entry, but I still find it unbelievable for him to go like this. He set the stage for comedians like Jay Leno and Conan O’Brian. Granted, he was just a sidekick. But he was a really good sidekick, and a legendary one at that. After that, the rest happened pretty fast.
Farrah Fawcett died early Thursday afternoon. Unfortunately, I don’t know too much about her. She is kind of before my time. One generation too late. I do know that she was on a season of Charlie’s Angels. Weird Al Yankovic also mentions wanting to buy her famous swimsuit poster on his Backstreet Boy parody, “eBay”. Other than that, I don’t really know much about her.
Finally, a celebrity death that would trump all the others in fame and adulation happened. Michael Jackson was pronounced dead at 2:26 Pacific Time. Upon hearing this news, I could not believe what I was hearing. It almost felt like a dream. Was this really happening? I admit that I’m not a diehard MJ fan, but the very fact of him completing the death trifecta was shocking. Three Aces of Spades in less than three days. Michael Jackson was adored by many around the world, selling over 100 million of just his “Thriller” album alone. My other memories of him come not from his music, but from the parodies of his music. Interestingly, I have a third connection to Weird Al parodies. Two of them, in fact. Weird Al Yanovic has parodied him in two food-related parodies. “Eat It” (A parody of “Beat It”) and “Fat” (A parody of “Bad”).
All in all, it was a shocking week of celebrity deaths, and Michael Jackson’s death really took the cake. Looking back on all the deaths this week, it has really brought to me an astonishing truth. No matter how famous you are or will become, you can not take your wealth with you.
A life of fame becomes nothing more than a futile attempt to be enjoyed, loved, or cherished. At the moment of death, all power is lost, and you become nothing more than a fading memory. A memory that is only kept alive by a lasting legacy.
In summary, I would have to say that life is short. Find the one important thing that matters and don’t let it go. Hold it, embrace it, and cherish it. And I am glad to say that I have found this thing, and I am not letting go. R.I.P. Michael Jackson. You WILL be missed.