Is it just me, or are famous people dying in droves these days? Because not so long ago, their deaths came in such intermittent and limited number that I used to play the morbid game about the deaths of famous people coming in threes.
More to the point, social-media networks have turned the expression of condolences on these occasions into little more than a trite and often narcissistic ritual. That’s why, to disassociate from the maddening crowds who participate, I paid tribute to only four of the scores who died in 2021.
Fatefully, though, as I was preparing to record my tribute to Desmond Tutu, news broke that Sidney Poitier had died. And, if you’ll pardon the expression, I felt a divine inspiration to kill two birds with one stone.