Overshadowed

by the tragic and unexpected death of Heath Ledger last week was the tragic and unexpected death of Brad Renfro. The latter caught me by surprise last night as I lay in bed reading EW. My belaptopped husband (aka Dashing Dunny) remarked that he'd read about the young man's death last week. My curiosity peaked, I asked Hubby to Google Renfro's b-day, and the result was as I'd expected: A man born on the exact same day as me in 1982 is dead. That feels strange to me. Maybe it shouldn't since I never knew the guy, but it does.