Who am I talking about?
She was the light of our lives. She brightened every room. People naturally gravitated to her. She went out of her way to help folks. When someone needed anything, she was the first one there and the last one to leave. She was beautiful, everyone had a crush on her. But someone she was never stuck up.
Know who I am describing. That dead girl. No. I mean every dead girl. Ever. I watch too much true crime, apparently. Just go ahead and file that away, but I guarantee you will hear that paragraph up top verbatim on the 10 pm news within one week.
Wouldn’t it be refreshing to hear “Well, he was kind of a dick. He didn’t deserve to die by any means. He wasn’t a bad person, he told me. But, he also parked in handicapped parking. Said he was a hero who was empowering the cripples. Um… yeah, that’s about it. Thoughts and prayers to his family and stuff.”
Note on that – do not watch the 10 o’clock news every night. It’s just people killing each other, and its right before bed. That isn’t what should be running around your subconscious dancing to the Scissor Sisters. That should be me. Watch the morning news, instead. It’s WAY lighter in content, and the weather report is fresher.
I am Correct 
