On that day Michael Joseph Jackson died of a HEART attack after a deliberate overdose of Anaesthetist medication propofol , thanks to Dr Conrad Murray.
My mother woke me up at 8am Sydney time to tell me The King of Pop was dead at 50.
I logged onto my laptop and I started playing Lamb of God “Laid to Rest” off their 2003 record. “Ashes of the Wake” At the time in my life, Lamb of God meant ALLOT TO ME. It was the lyrics “See Who Gives a FUCK!” that had a pure “STICK IT TO YA BRAIN” type of statement
Allot of my friends were saying stuff like “GOOD RIDDANCE" "the death of a paedo” and making jokes like “The McJackson is a 50-year-old piece of meat on a 10-year-old bun”.
I was never a fan of MJ, I never listened to his music, I never brought his CD’s, I never saw him in concert or even ILLEGALY download his music.
I just wasn’t affect by his death at all. Other people were crying, but I was asking the question: “See who gives a fuck!”
The day after MJ Public Funeral, the singer “Midnight” from the band “Crimson Glory” died in Florida aged 47. He was a man who had probelms with the bottle. He died of Medical complications after vomiting blood and not going to the hospital.
I was not a fan of Crimson Glory, but the death of MIDNIGHT affected me in many ways possible. 2 weeks ago, everyone is mourning the King of Pop death.
The death of a legend to many Power Metal fan around the world was only mentioned on Heavy Metal news website BLABBERMOUTH and other Metal fanzines.
After Midnight died. I became a fan of Crimson Glory. I feel in love with their first 2 records “Crimson Glory” and “Transcendence”. I never gave a shat about their 3rd record, as it wasn’t a Crimson Glory album.
Every 8th of July, I write to my friend Dave to remind him that its Midnight’s anniversary of death. This saddens us both because the day Midnight died nobody outside of Metal gave a FUCK!
4 years after the Death of Midnight, I donned on a Crimson Glory shirt, my heavy metal vest. I went over to a MILF’s house in Sydney and had wild sex with her.
She thought my Heavy Metal vest was awesome and she gave me more than a rad BLOWJOB. It was the day I was cured of Erectile Dysfunction.
My Uncle Brian's Passing
3 years after the passing of Midnight, My Uncle Brian Gardner died in Napier of a Heart attack in his sleep. He had just turn 71 a few weeks ago, I had seen him twice in the past 8 months.
I saw him as the best Relative I had out of all my Mum’s brothers and sisters.
I was devastated when my Mum woke me up at 6am to tell me Uncle Brian had died. Mum was in tears and I was in shock. I had to go to work that day. I even slammed a pot (at work) so hard out of frustration.
I had to take the next Monday off work because I was so distraught about my favourite Uncle passing away. I was also pissed that I couldn’t go over to the funeral to farewell him, even though I had the money and it was only 2 weeks until I went overseas again.
Here I was, about to embark on my 2nd trip to England to finally find the family my Dad left behind. I had to put on a brave face.
A month later I would end up backstabbing my dead Uncles Nephew John Hurford in London, because John wasn’t supportive of me moving to the UK. John was in love with a tramp called Bronwen who was a bitch to me.
2 months after my Uncle Brian died I wrote to every family member in New Zealand to tell them what I had been up to overseas and how sad I was at Uncle Brian’s passing. Nobody replied to me and they all made me feel like a nasty narcissist.
3 months after my Uncle Brian’s passing, I destroyed every single photograph I had of my New Zealand family. I had been over to reunion between 2008-2012 and they all got fucked up because my Aunt Kathy was a cow to me.
I made it clear to John in August 2012, that I would never attend anymore stupid family reunions and I won’t go back to New Zealand. I would rather sleep with escorts aged over 40 or visit poor nations than go back to New Zealand.
The DEATH of famous people you have seen live
I had seen these musicians live on stage and when they died the thought of “THEM NOT BEING WITH US ANYMORE” did stun me.
I told my Dad about it and I said “I KNOW YOU DON’T CARE BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW” and my Dad told me the story about how his Cousin and how close he was to her
I had to call my Grandma up that night because it was her Niece that died and the pain anyone goes through when they lose a Nephew or Niece is like the same as if they lost their own child.
In 2014 Gough Whitlam died at the age of 95. I said “GOOD RIDDANCE” as I drank a beer and went to work. When I got home at night I was telling my sleepy Mother about Gough Whitlam’s passing.
Mum scolded me for saying “GOOD RIDDANCE” about the passing of Gough.
But my Mother was a lady who lived through the Whitlam era of Australia. She was a new migrant (and was giving the same voting right as another new migrant to Australia at the time). But My Mother’s first 3 years in OZ were HELL thanks to Whitlam. When Fraser was sworn in he still brought trouble to my newly married parents.
Months later Malcolm Fraser was DEAD and I said “Good Riddance” and drank a beer.
I didn’t give a flying fuck when Whitlam or Fraser has passed on. Call me UN-AUSTRALIAN OR ANTI-AUSTRALIAN or a HATER OF AUSTRALIA, but Whitlam and Fraser caused a huge Genocide in Timor Leste that happened for 24 years.
I have forgiven Indonesia for causing this shit. I spend money in Indonesia, But I will never forgive Australia for arming Suharto’s Indonesia and then stealing Timor’s OIL MONEY after Independence.
The day I didn't give a fuck about my Aunt's passing
I had sex like 23 times in my life, but finally ejaculating during intercourse was one huge big thing. I was free of sexual sigma as I celebrated with this MILF.
I took the bus home to Castle Towers when my Mother was telling me that my Aunt Cecily was dying and she wouldn’t make it. Mum was blabbering that her sister had Leukaemia. I got off the bus to meet my cousin,when he told me the news that my Aunt was Dead.
I didn’t go into shock; I didn’t cry nor did I get sadness and depression. I just didn’t give a flying fuck that my Aunt was Dead.
Reason being: I hated her, she was a fucking fruit loop of an Aunt and a critic. She would bitch and moan about certain aspects of my life (having a beard and not visiting Rome)
I just fucking hated my Aunt Cecily. My mind was celebrating that she was dead. It was hard to feel sad about the passing of someone I disliked.
The last thing I told Aunt Cecily that my cousin John is a tool, Bronwen is a BITCH and I’d rather go visit the other 163 nations of the UN and put money in their pockets.
I’m glad I didn’t go to the funeral. My Aunt Cecily would have told me to spend the airfare on a flight to South Africa. If I had gone to the funeral, I would have called my cousins wife Bronwen a BITCH (to her face) and I would have shirt fronted my fuckwit cousin John Hurford for being a tool to me.
A month later, I saw a 60+ woman in Sydney for sex. After sex, I told her that my Auntie died and I didn’t give a fuck at all.
The MILF told me that your free to live your life and you shouldn’t let other people’s death drag you down and affect you, even when you had no love for them.
Commonwealth War Graves
Every time I set foot in a War Cemetery in Singapore, Malaysia, Papua New Guinea, London, I am devastated and sadden that so many people have died as the result of 2 World Wars and other conflicts
I wasn’t alive when the conflicts happened, but people should never forget the cost of war. That’s why both Commonwealth and German war graves are maintained well, we keep the memory alive.
The Death of Jackie Collins, Lemmy and David Bowie.
When I picked up any of her books, reading the words: COCK, PUSSY, BOOB, TITS, BREAST, FUCKING AND SEX would give me an instant boner. Her books have kept me away from looking at pornography. Even though Christian cunces are going to call this porn as well.
I was devastated when Jackie Collins had died. Why was I devastated? she was born in the country that I pledge alliance to, that I use their passport and I ask for protection from. She was British, like I am and the death of a famous British Citizens affect me in the same way when Lee Rigby died.
I never got to meet Jackie Collins, but she came to my hometown Castle Hill in October 2013. I became a fan of Jackie Collins after she died. I have read 3 of her books and I like to give them to my mother and friend Bill as gifts.
I was fucking devastated. I had never seen Motorhead live or ever got any of their albums. Yet again the passing of a British legend of Heavy Metal saddened me.
Lemmy was a legend and a huge hero to plenty of musician on both sides of the Atlantic pond. He shall influence others from now on.
When Prince died suddenly on 21st April 2016. I was devastated. I am not an American Citizen, but the passing of a musician who I adored when I was 18 to 20 brought tears to my eyes. This was a guy who had ROCK AND ROLL roots even though allot of his music was classed as R&B.
In the end. We are going to live on in life as our mothers, fathers, Aunts and Uncles, Brothers and Sisters and hero’s pass on. How we react to their death is up to our own hearts and minds.
Mike Portnoy warn us all that we are about to enter a period in our lives where Musician who were famous and Popular in the 60’s and 70’s could be dead tomorrow.
I already made a list that when: Klaus Meine, John Myung, Rudolph Schenker, Kate Bush, Joanna Lumley, Chuck Billy, John Tardy, Phil Anselmo, Millie, Unkel Tom, Schimer, Snake, Linda Ronsdant, Pat Benatar, Biff Byford, Joe Elliot, Rick Savage, Kirk Hammet, Dave Mustaine, Kerry King, Scott Ian, King Diamond, Steve Grimmett, Kip Winger, Stephen Pearcy, Bruce Dickinson and Ted Poley dies
I WILL BE FUCKING DEVISTATED, CRYING AND SAD WHEN THEY ARE GONE.
And I will feel sad for most British Legends when they do pass on.