A week or two ago, I started re-watching Glee. I don't know why I picked this over all of my favorite shows, but something brought me back to my old standard. This past week, the cast of that show was dealt another loss. Just like when Cory Monteith died, I was drawn into the media fury about Mark Salling. Unlike Monteith's demise, I was filled with a mixture of emotions.
When Cory died, it was horrible. It was a terrible way to go. It was like seeing one of your heroes fall from the tall pedestal that you thought was built for them. At the end of day, I still adore him and the performances he did. The difference this time, was he already fell long before. Mark Salling was known more for his recent mistakes than his badass performance of Noah Puckerman.
The most disturbing part was not the death. I was horrified by the reactions I saw on Twitter. People were praising his suicide. People were celebrating his death. I don't care how terrible he was. No one deserves death. I am sad that he put himself in a position that he thought that was the answer. I'm sorry that our image of him is now even more tainted. I feel so sorry for his family and friends. They didn't deserve this second shot of pain from losing someone.
I know it can terrible, but if anyone needs to talk ever, comfort is only a second away.
If this is being posted before 7pm, I'm a poser. I'm probably drinking tea.