The Grim Reaper needs to go on vacation 
It’s getting ridiculous, y’all. Adam Goldstein, DJ to the stars, and former boyfriend of Nicole Ritchie was found dead today in his apartment in NYC. He was 36. Sources say that he was devastated about his break up from his girlfriend, Hayley Wood, and that he was suffering post traumatic stress syndrome from the plane crash that killed four of his friends last year, leaving only him and Blink 182′s Travis Barker alive (as my good friend and Squeer! mme marbles pointed out, it’s almost as if the Grim Reaper is backtracking and taking care of unfinished business, Final Destination style), and that the pain he was suffering led him to turn back to drugs after being sober for nine years:
We’re told they split within the last week — she was the one who called off their relationship.
We’re also told he was having a very hard time dealing with post-traumatic stress from the plane crash he survived in September of last year.
DJ AM has been sober for nine years, but our sources say the breakup and the stress over the plane crash could have caused him to start using drugs again.
How many celebrities have died this year? Hell, how many have died this summer?
Death comes for all of us, whether it’s from natural causes, or, like Adam Goldstein, from drug abuse. No life is worth more than another. And, maybe it’s a little crazy–insensitive, even– that we point out the deaths of the famous, while ignoring the deaths of countless others. I’m sure Goldstein is only one of thousands of people in the world who died today.
Maybe we should all take a minute and be thankful for our friends and family; those who are close and those who are far–even those we’ve never met before (like the beautiful members of the community we have developed over the last 8 months right here on Thundersquee!) And maybe we should keep an eye out on those we know who are struggling with addiction or depression. Maybe we should stop joking about the Winehouses, and the Douglases and all the people we know, and the people we don’t know who are in such pain that the only way out for them is a bottle, or a pill, or a baggie of powder.
I’m sad. For Adam’s family. For all of those who have died in Afghanistan, in Iraq, in Darfur, in Pakistan, anywhere–for all those who have had their lives cut short before living out their promise and dreams.
RIP, DJ AM. May you find peace and happiness in heaven, or the after life, or wherever you finally rest.
Update: Here’s a picture of the Palms in Las Vegas (where DJ AM was supposed to play tonight):
