I woke up to the news of Catherine O'Hara passing away.
I checked my clock. It's four in the morning. I know I was planning to wake up early, but not this early. I went back to sleep.
I was too young to appreciate her performance on the first two Home Alone movies, and did not really have access to the rest of her other renowned work. Of course, I was able to watch her in Schitt's Creek; it was one of the shows the cheating ex-girlfriend got bored with - after one episode, in this case - and I ended up finishing alone. That, and a better understanding of the comedy ecosystem, let me to appreciate her place in the world. I certainly got some chills when she appeared at the unveiling of Macaulay Culkin's star in the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I (me again, sorry) was scrolling through my phone while waiting for my lunch to arrive. There were a lot of tributes from strangers who knew better. And then there's this one post.
"The wrong person from Home Alone 2 died."
I didn't immediately get it, and then I did. Right, Donald Trump had a cameo in that film as well.
Well, the wrong person always dies. I mean, if it's Trump who dies, sure, there will be very loud celebrations, but there will also be people who will say that he died too soon, that he had more to do to "keep illegal immigrants out of my beloved country," that "he could've made America greater than he already has," that sort of thing.
I won't talk about the disagreements and the inevitable (well, arguably already ongoing) civil war. The point is, the wrong person always dies. The time spent on this plane by a person you love, or admire, is always too short. It's always never enough. Your parents, your significant other (unless they're cheaters, of course), a boss you admire, a performer you really like, a politician whose views perfectly align with yours - their time on this plane is never enough.
But, alas, everyone has to go eventually, and permanently. The question, then, becomes: "what will they say about you when you go?"
I don't want to trigger those anxieties again, so I'll stop here.
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