Generally I would find some form of satire, sarcasm and or a piece of parody to reflect my distaste for “celebritized” death, but I won’t in this case.
Oh Kiss my booty, celebritized may not be proper British English, but I am an American so figure it out! Moving Forward with type set.
British fashion designer Alexander McQueen was just too over come with grief from the death of his mother to go on.
Understandable to say the least, unless your Mother was named “Mary” from “Precious“. Maybe a sniffle, but suicide is out of the question.
McQueen was found dead in his home last week to the shock of the entertainment and fashion world.
The gruesome cause of death was asphyxia by hanging, said coroner’s officer Lynda Martindill.
In the end, fashion designer Alexander McQueen hanged himself in his wardrobe and left a suicide note, a coroner told a London inquest Wednesday.
“The coroner said a note had been found and is being looked at by the police,” Martindill said, without offering details about the note.
Rest in peace Mr. Alexander McQueen before your carcass and personal life is picked to the bone.
