Farrah Fawcett (once Farrah Fawcett-Majors), who made possibly the last truly iconic "pin-up" poster (which imprinted itself indelibly into the minds of just about every young man of my generation), and who then became an activist as well as an actress and who fought cancer for years... is gone.
And in the same day
Michael Jackson, the Gloved One, one of the greatest dancer-icons of any era, a singer, a songwriter, and also an icon of the strangeness of Hollywood, is also gone.
Two of the defining celebrities of my youth are gone, in a single day.
That's pretty stunning.