It's a sobering moment when someone you looked up to bites the dust and all your silly discussions on subtleties, meta stuff, politics and Star Wars, for crying out loud, become meaningless and embarrassing — an exercise in trying to be right. This was George Michael's Last Christmas, ladies and gentlemen, and while I'm sitting here all bleary-eyed, wondering if perhaps we're all involuntary participants in an elaborate game of Russian roulette, I know this incredibly creative man will be missed, and a whole lot, too. It's a damn shame, is all that is. Goodbye George. I hope that this thing called Faith you used to sing about is working for you.
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