Two university-age guys were tossing around a baseball when I came by with the dogs.
One of them said to the other, "I finished that Chris Farley biography."
The other asked what he thought of it.
The first guy said he was disappointed. "There was no sense of closure. The story just goes on and then he dies."
Well, that isn't the biographers fault! Look, I know I am mean-spirited and heartless but really, how much closure can there be in the story of a mildly talented guy who killed himself with a drug overdose?
Has our culture gotten to the point where people feel entitled to meaning even where there isn't any. If there is a lesson to be learned from Chris Farley's life it is that it was wasted.
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