Hype over rock god’s death is just too much

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Am I the only person over the age of 40 who did not have a David Bowie moment last week?

It certainly felt that way, as I watched the over-the-top eulogies roll in for the 69-year-old singer, songwriter and actor.

The amount of air time seemed to be out of all proportion to his worth in any of the aforesaid activities, capped by one BBC presenter claiming that Bowie changed how other nations viewed the UK.

Really and in what way was that possible?

Talented yes, influential perhaps, but surely not the life changer on the scale claimed by so many media outlets.

Agreed he had some good records, but was never at least in my book not even the best of his generation, but obviously I missed something first time round.

I was in fact more saddened to hear of the death of actor Alan Rickman, another 69-year-old who made his mark in a number of film roles, not least in the Harry Potter sagas.

Even there the shy, retiring Rickman was hyped up beyond belief, and would have been more than slightly embarrassed by the lavish praise heaped upon him after his untimely death.

But don’t get me wrong as I am the last person to deny any person who has died a nice send-off, appropriate to what they have achieved in life, for why else would I have produced over 150 tributes to the local deceased in the columns of this newspaper over the last 20 years.

Okay they are not usually the rich and the famous, whoever and whatever that means, but real people who touched my life in their way to being recognised in the local community.

I get a great deal of satisfaction from writing about these generally unsung heroes, especially when family and friends say thank you in recognition of capturing what that person was all about in a few words, while all the while not going over the top.

Interestingly it is the reference to the humorous moments that seems to go down well, and not the major moments in the subjects lives.

I actually think it is very sad when people I know slip off without a word of mention, or even worse when ill-informed ministers fail to get near the essence of what the subject was about in the address from the pulpit.

We come this way but once and surely merit a thoughtful, appreciative send off from those responsible, but not the gushing overtures as heaped on Messrs Bowie and Rickman.

There again I am thankfully not entrusted with writing about celebratory life, which is just as well, as they would all feel hopelessly under sold were I to write about them.