The whole Heath Ledger thing is so indescribably sad and I can't really put into words exactly why; but she did:
Heath Ledger, it has been reported, had pneumonia and was on a possibly-fatal combination of antibiotics, sleeping pills and antidepressants. ANTIDEPRESSANTS. That's horrifying, that a young man with a thriving career, critical acclaim, millions of dollars and all of perks that fame brings - endless attractive sexual partners! fancy clothes! interesting drugs! - was that unhappy. (this was meant ironically, people!) What does our society possibly have to offer anyone if the winners aren't happy with their prize?
