Those of us
who have seen gray, drab, storm-tossed Kansas replaced by Technicolor, glitzy,
bewitched, and bewildered Oz know the end of that line.
Whitney
Houston died 11 February 2012. She
remained un-buried until a private, modest, family only funeral could be
arranged. That required 8 days, putting
her into the ground on 18 February 2012.
Today is 20
February 2012 and her face and voice are still plastered across every bit of
hard-copy media, every video monitor or television screen that hasn’t been
physically blocked from receiving “memories” of her.
As with the
also overblown funeral of Michael Jackson, one suspects that every bit of PR
and posthumous performance material is being milked by the estate and the promoters.
I was no fan
of Houston while she lived. Her demise
has not generated any change in my opinion.
I have no use for the practice of sticking multiple octave triplets into
every available slot. I object to
dragging children into nightclubs and other such behaviors that endanger
children. Children are not merely small
adults any more than they are munchkins.
I avoid
funerals when possible unless they are for family members. If things have been left unsaid, the newly
dead is not going to hear them now.
Certainly, using a funeral for PR purposes is unsavory at best and all
too common now.
No amount of
media circus, no amount of performance by other performers, no length of eulogy
written by PR teams and speechwriters is going to “bring closure.” The performer is dead, probably of her own
hand. No public praise, no “she was a
broken but good person” is going to change the narrative.
Do the
post-mortem, publish it, spend a fortune on embalming, make-up, burial
clothing, and coffin. Kill thousands of
flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals so that the public can pretend they knew
the newly dead.
But do it all
quickly. As with the GOP primary, the
process needs to be done far more quickly and we need to return our focus to
those events that really matter; wars in the middle east, global climate
change, changes in health care delivery, and new, cleaner, cheaper energy
sources. Truthfully, 72 hours would have
been more than enough time to bury her.
Any time beyond that was simply to craft a media circus.
I don’t need
to see or hear anymore about her, her struggles, her life, or death. Bury her and bury the story so that we can
gratefully chime in, “She’s really most sincerely dead!”
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