Thoughts About The Late Heath Ledger

By now you are aware that Heath Ledger died. You can read the New York Times' obituary here.

Now, I don't know or care whether he was drug addict or not. I feel pretty much the same I did when River Phoenix died... what a frickin' waste. I'm referring to what you could imagine their career being. Surely, Phoenix would have, at the very least, a few of the parts that Johnny Depp ended up playing.

The mind reels at the River Phoenix "Ed Wood" for example. But I digress.

On a purely surface, selfish, I'm a frickin' jackass level, Ledger's take on The Joker in this summer's Batman movie "The Dark Knight" makes me sad that there won't be another opportunity to see him play it again, further down the line. Because you know, they'd bring him back. See the trailer here.

But I suppose on a deep, see I'm not that bad level, what affects me is thinking about his daughter, whom he leaves behind. See an interview here where he talks about his daughter.

My son is about the same age as she is. I cannot comprehend treating myself, knowingly, in a way that would deprive my son of a father. My thoughts and prayers go out to his friends and family.

Finally, on a "really? this is where your thoughts take you?" level, the masseuse (the first person on the scene) calls not 911 but Mary Kate Olsen?

Three times??