Celebrity deaths don’t tend to phase me very much. It’s not that I don’t value celebs as people. Death, in general, isn’t something that bothers me very much, as strange as that sounds. I mourn those close to me when I know my time with them is over, but I don’t feel bad for the person who died. They’ve moved on to the next adventure, to a mystery the rest of us have yet to see. If you don’t believe in any type of afterlife, then they don’t have to worry about anything when their life is over.
When a celebrity (or other stranger) dies, I feel compassion for their family and loved ones who must feel the loss most keenly. I’ll acknowledge the person’s work, especially if I’m a fan. In the case of someone like Christopher Lee, I thought it was a shame we were losing an amazing actor and someone who always seemed like a genuinely great person – but it wasn’t a personal feeling.
I always knew it was going to be different with David Bowie, and the crazy thing is I’m still not sure why.