I remember exactly where I was when I heard of Prince’s passing. I was on my second round of playing a corporate drone in a cubicle jungle getting paid way too well to be doing the nonsense we were doing. The news came in waves. First he was dead. Then he was just sick. Then he was for SURE dead. I brushed it off, not only because it seemed like another social media hoax gone bad, but in my mind, the idea of Prince dying was unfathomable. Prince was a magical, musical, immortal, Unicorn Demigod that would outlive us all and look upon our decomposing shells with disdain and scorn. Prince had been huge my whole life and was well established for a decade before I was even born. Prince was just always THERE being brilliant and amazing, every step of the way. And now we were supposed to believe he was GONE? No. Way.
But, alas, Way. Prince had passed and we would eventually find out the cause of his premature death was due to a Fentanyl overdose. This would be another sad and abrupt ending to the Life of a Legend.
