This month has not bode well for our beloved British superstars. First Lemmy from Motorhead, then David Bowie of all people, and now Alan Rickman. The culprit? Cancer. It seems as if losing talent of this caliber has been an unthinkable thing for years, and as a new year dawns, three of the fan favourites are swept away in one fell swoop. These are parts of a lot of lives that, as they pass from this world, live on in our memories and the joy they brought us based on their brilliant performances. So here's for three beloved and departed Kings of the stage: Lemmy, David Bowie, and Alan Rickman. Thanks for the memories.
Sad because I just made this picture of my face on his and...well... Yeah.
Such a heartbroken day.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
He was the manager of Celine Dion/Her husband. He was also an artist himself.
We blasted MY heart will go on and did interpretive dance. It was therapeutic.
This is devastating to me. I'm a HUGE Eagles fan, easily in my top five favorite bands.
The superstition in me stopped the pessimist from saying anything else.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.