Screw Tim Curry.
I remember the day she went away, it was late February and it was still cold outside. I stood outside the building looking at the big Bakery across the street.
For some reason, I thought the whole world would recognize her passing and it would stop for a minute. I remember looking down the street at the traffic light and seeing it was red, I felt vindicated for a second. Like the Universe was listening and made everyone stop. But then the light turned green and cars went on their way to wherever they were going. People went in and out of the big Bakery smiling and reaching inside their bags salivating over what they were about to eat.
Like nothing had happened.
I got in my car and drove down the road not believing that everything was going on like nothing. Like the world, my world, had not just collapsed. I went about filling paperwork, making arrangements and talking to people who have, as part of their job, the unenviable duty to tell me how sorry they were.
Someone here from SW just died. His heart gave out. He was a good guy. Lots of people attest to his kind nature and willingness to always lend a supporting and encouraging hand. Now he's gone. Just like that.
The next day, I wanted to see what were the first 10 posts on my feed after his death.
There was a guy talking about how useful AI is, someone else was reminiscing about some friend from EP, and some woman was talking about a friend who bought a house and fell down the stairs.
As I kept reading, some other chick was talking about dropping people off at the therapist, the Beastie Boys were sounding extra good according to someone else, and the Sun was looking extra awesome as this one guy waited for his breakfast.
There must be something about our SW friend here. Maybe my feed is not showing it, I thoight. As I kept reading I came across a post from a lady complaining about how much it hurts not having class, this other guy was in the same amount of pain but because of a certain song, and someone else was exhausted from skipping on puddles in the rain.
It took me back to the day I was standing across the Bakery watching the light turn green. And I thought it was foolish of me to feel like the world or any one of these people should stop and pause because of a grief that isn't theirs, after all, life goes on. I'm sure I have been guilty of the same apathy at some point.
But then I started seeing all the posts about Tim Curry, someone that I'm sure no one here has ever spoken to. Someone who has never given or lend a heart felt comment to anyone one here. And yet, here we are, crawling to be the first ones to express our sorrow for some guy who we have never even spoken to.
And I thought, screw Tim Curry, yeah all the way to wherever he is now.
