Wake Up Game

There’s nothing that can be said in a dozen words about what happened today in the entertainment world. Today was a sad day.

To a lot of people’s sadness, Farrah Fawcett, one of the Charlie’s Angel’s of yesteryear, died of a long battle with cancer. I must admit, it was a headline I skimmed over. I knew very little about her outside of Charlie’s Angels and from what I’ve heard, she wasn’t much sweat off of anyone else’s back either.

Her headline would be quickly stolen later in the day with Michael Jackson’s death–which was no speculated occurrence. I was sitting in my office watching a video with my giant studio headphones on. I was in my own world until two words: “Jackson” and “died” caught my attention. I don’t know how my enveloped ears heard those words but it sparked my attention. The great Michael Jackson–dead? Impossible. Not according to TMZ who reported the incident first.

I work with six girls and I’m the only guy. All I hear is chatter about this unfortunate, and at the time, unconfirmed event. After it was confirmed he was dead, it was a shocking, tough pill to swallow.

The greatest pop icon, whether you liked him or not, is now dead. Unfortunately for fans of Ms. Fawcett, she may only be remembered as the woman who died the same day as Michael Jackson.