I mean, yeah, on one hand, the universe is a miserable fucker for letting Shane MacGowan die at 65 while Kissinger got to live till he was 100. Yet another proof that there is no (benevolent) god.

Terrible loss of one of the best songwriters to ever grace this earth. (That's not to say, of course, that MacGowan was without faults; nah, he was a fool in many ways. Human. But/And always fascinating.)

On the other hand, a dog year has nothing on a Pogue year. Shane could have died at fifty, and it would still be amazing: how the hell did he survive that long on his toothless diet of Whiskey and Heroin?!