I never met Prince but we had at least two things in common:
We shared a birthday (June 7), and neither of us ever saw him perform live. And now we never will.
Maybe that's part of what makes me so sad about his death. That and the fact that he was still so young and talented, and it was so unexpected. And I, like millions of other fans no doubt, am desperate to find out what killed him.
While I watch and click on any and all the updates on Prince's death, it occurs to me: What business is it of mine?
Of course it's none of my business.
And yet through the magic of media, we will all learn what happened, or at least what the coroner thinks happened, as if it is our God-given right. After his body receives its final examination, a report will be issued, the results of which will be made public. And though I want to know, I am not entitled to know. And the fact that we will all know anyway makes me even sadder.
