Ain't No Way To Go

Fancy talking about death, after all, it's All Soul's Day and I can't think of a more appropriate time. I recall having had this conversation with a friend who, being the ultimate stylish person, thought to come up with a list of chic ways to die. And even if I argued that death cannot ever be fashionable, we came up with the top three ways to die like a diva that we both agreed upon.

Unquestionably, leaving with the loudest bang has got to be via the North or South tower of the WTC during 911. Nothing tops that. Not by any stretch of imagination did the whole planet think of a thing like that possibly happening, but it did, and that makes the Hall of Fame. As for me, I don't mind having missed the boat on that one.

And then there are car crashes. James Dean, Grace Kelly, legendary F1 driver Ayrton Senna, and there is particularly one that caused the whole world to grieve. Up to this day, I could still remember where I was and what I was doing at the time I heard of Princess Diana's death. Needless to say, I was stunned. Some say that the shock value of her sudden passing equaled that of the assasination of JFK. Well, I cannot really tell because I wasn't born then to compare. But definitely I was around when his son, the extremely hot John Jr. crashed his plane on Martha's Vineyard. Oh yes, I cried buckets on that one.

And then there was Isadora Duncan, who made a fabulous diva exit and dressed for the part too. Her death is the stuff that urban legends are made of.

Woth mentioning is the iconic Tina Chow. She was so beautiful and chic and died of AIDS at the prime of her life. Such drama in death, it seems, but was her lover really worth it? I guess it will never be said.

There were those who died to cancer -- Jackie O and Audrey Hepburn to name a few. To murder, soul singer Marvin Gaye and designer Gianni Versace.

And then there were those who partied all the way to kingdom come -- John Belushi, Jimi Hendrix, River Phoenix. By their own hands, Ernest Hemingway, Kurt Cobain and Marilyn Monroe too famous, unbearably lonely, and bid the world adieu.

What are the top three ways to die like a diva? There's more, and I'm really way over quota here. The reality is, everybody will die, some sooner, some later. In our moments of silliness, we can conjure up ways into a fitting grand finale. In reality, there really is no right way to go.

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