While My Guitar…
Is it possible that you, the
staunchest and most loyal of Beatle fans, could ever imagine a circumstance
where an iconic trophy of no less prestige than a guitar that
had been autographed by George Harrison is purposely destroyed, and you
actually support and even cheer this action? Hold on, don't answer too quickly.
First you must hear the story, and then you can decide. Sound fair? Okay then,
listen up:
George Harrison died of lung cancer
on November 29, 2001. A legal complaint was filed shortly after on behalf of
his estate, claiming that Dr. Gilbert Lederman, a radiation oncologist, had
sometimes brought along his family while visiting the dying Harrison. On one
occasion the family began to sing, forcing the former Beatle to gasp, "Please
stop talking." The complaint also alleges that later Lederman had his 12
year old son play guitar for the captive Harrison, after which he asked him to
autograph the guitar.
"I do not even know if I know
how to sign my name anymore," pleaded Harrison.
The complaint claims that Dr.
Lederman then picked up Harrison's hand and guided it, saying "Come on,
George, you can do this. G-E-O..."
The suit was eventually settled out
of court. One of the stipulations was that the guitar that Harrison had been
forced to sign must be "disposed of." How the guitar was destroyed
has never been made clear, but I'm sure you'll now agree that getting rid of
the musical instrument that surely would have become known as "George
Harrison's Death Guitar" was the proper thing to do.
Or perhaps not. Maybe the guitar
should have instead been preserved and hung on a wall, with
Harrison's shaky signature serving as a stark and cruel reminder to us
all that people, and especially sick and dying people, should be treated
with kindness and dignity. And even better, instead of the
guitar, maybe it should have been the callous Dr. Lederman himself
who should have been disposed of.
With kindness and dignity, of
course.
3 Comments:
Screw the kindness and dignity!!!
That doctor(?) should have had his testicles removed and fed to a starving animal while he was forced to have his son watch the roasting of his ball sack on a charcoal hibachi!!!
Wow!!! I can really think of rotten shit!!!
Maybe I should apply for a job at Gitmo!!!
Too bad that a dying man can't just be made comfortable and let die in peace!!!
Hopefully we will be allowed that little bit of respect!!!
(We sure aren't getting it any other way!)
Oh, by the way....
Happy Birthday old timer!!!
Thanks, FUNGUS! At least we've gotten more years than George got, if not the respect!
A very nice piece Mr. Stegmann. Thank you.
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