I consider myself someone with what could often be described as having a sick sense of humor, but I can find no reason to even think about making jokes concerning the death or life of the legendary Whitney Houston. My family spent quite a significant amount of time listening to Whitney in the past twenty-one years of my existence. When I heard the news, I did indeed cry, and quickly began playing her music to sob-sing-along to. The woman epitomized the term "breath-taking." Her supreme, raw talent was undeniable. She had problems, addiction problems that she admitted to openly, and yet still managed to have a personality as shining as her voice. I'd encourage anyone making fun of her to consider the anyone they know who might have an addiction problem, and understand that does not by any means make them a bad person, and certainly not one who deserves to be made fun of in death. I would then encourage them to consider that voice, consider how many times they have sung along to one of her songs, and to consider how her music has spoken to them. As it was Whitney Houston, it is almost a definite that her music would have at some point touched your life, and for the better too.
And if that doesn't get you...well, just listening to that voice, The Voice, just might.
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