This insinuation that 1 life is greater than another…. Nobody pays much attention if Bill Smith dies of a heart attack we’re falling down the stairs… But when John Lennon gets shot…. It’s our own doing… And then when we ourselves pass away and most people don’t seem to give two – shits; We’re essentially reaping what we have sown. Not that we give two – shits ourselves after the fact. But it’s not so much the people themselves we give two – shit about. Why would we give two – shits about John Lennon if we never knew him? It’s how they touched us-or more shallow cases, how they entertained us. But none of this really has much to do with the actual valuing of a human being’s life (or death) – Capish?