I hate all this fuss about Heath Ledger’s death. No sooner was he found dead, all the experts crawled out of from under their rocks and theorised about what happened to him. It’s all a bit sick and so pointless.

A man dies and the entire media world goes crazy about possible reasons for his death. Was it suicide? Was it an accident? Was it a drug overdose? Could it have been murder?

Now the only reason for investigating his death is to find out whether foul play was involved. If it wasn’t then why can’t he be laid to rest? Accidents do happen, suicides happen. So what?

It’s as if a saint had gone to heaven. He was just an actor! Personally, I could never understand what he was mumbling about, because he came from the James Dean and Marlon Brando school of elocution. When I saw the previews of Brokeback Mountain I decided that I would have to spend too much time trying to figure out what he was saying, so I didn’t go to see the film. Nor was I interested in the subject matter, I must admit. Of course, whether I was a fan is of little consequence, and quite frankly he was more famous overseas than in Australia.

But apparently he had talent and it is sad that he died. But then it’s sad when anybody dies young. Still, his suffering is over but I do feel compassion for those he left behind who must be feeling that they should have done something to help him. It’s the living that I think about. They are the ones left weeping.

Whatever the reason for his demise, I wish that the media vultures would leave the story alone. They are so rapacious that it makes me sick. But it’s what they do and you can’t be angry with them when you go into show business.

People die everyday. From accidents, natural causes and suicides. Was he larger than life? I don’t think so. They say Heath hated celebrity. Well, if he did he could have gone back home and decided to do something else with his life. He should have acted in small theatres if acting was his only ambition.

We all choose what we want to do in life, even though sometimes we complain about it. In fact, most of the time we do exactly what we want to do.

I get a bit tired of celebrities who are only too pleased to accept the many privileges of being famous and yet want to go on being incognito or whatever. It doesn’t work that way. If you want to be a celebrity then you have to be prepared to be chased by paparazzi. They are your breadwinners and you are fair game. In fact, if it weren’t for them you wouldn’t be famous. It’s a symbiotic relationship.

It’s easy to become unknown again. Stop acting, go hide and before you know it, someone else will be chased around the city, especially if the publicist has let the media know where the new star will be. Isn’t it all a bit of a game?

Now that Heath has gone, there will be a flurry of activity while the vultures get their last drop of blood and then all will be laid to rest. He was only a man after all and nobody leaves this Earth alive. Some leave sooner and take us by surprise. Now that he’s gone he should be left in peace. All this fuss is degrading.