Death, Where Is Thy Sting?

My viewpoint, especially on the ‘fans’ leaving booze, is mirrored in real life. I will gladly admit, the half-empty bottles were not filled with Tequila: they were half-filled with Vodka. As I again ask, “What’s the point”? The object of their adoration is dead; no-one expects the dozey bitch to suddenly  return and state, “Thanks for all the messages; and yeah, maybe I should have laid off the booze; but I didn’t believe that it would kill me.”