A tribute from one of my favorite editorial cartoonists:
and his stand:
Something to think about.

and his stand:
Baryshnikov. Fred Astaire. Sammy Davis Jr. Michael Jackson.
Each the epitome of Poetry in Motion. Each athletes capable of footwork that Gale Sayers and Barry Sanders could only dream about. Despite the complexity that was the life of Michael Jackson there is no denying his athletic ability on the stage. Unmatched. Original. Artistic. Breathtaking.
His passing brings about a question for us all. In the world of entertainment, whether on the screen, on the stage, on the field or on the court, we elevate and idolize our superstars to a place no mortal man is designed to inhabit. From Marilyn Monroe to Elvis Presley from Mickey Mantle to David Thompson we continue to force these talented people into a place of lonely and isolated existence. Paparazzi hunt them. Hangers on become human leeches leaving them with few to trust and little recourse but to withdraw into their own protective cocoons, often times consisting of unhealthy and destructive escape mechanisms of alcohol and prescription medications. Though I doubt there will ever be a change in our society allowing those among us who live their lives in the limelight the simple decency of being able to do so in relative normalcy, it is, regardless, a thought for us all worth pondering.
Something to think about.