... when we pass crackheads on the street, we sneer, and breathe a sigh of relief they have passed. Yet, here are millions, mourning the passing of a crackhead. It's a funny old world. Sure, she sung, but, so what? Smoke crack, you die young. Drug addled pop stars are like buses. There'll be another one along soon, with its attendant Compilation Best Of albums/dvds, In Memoriam mugs and rinky dink commemorative plates... it means nothing to me.