My heart just aches for him. And everyone else who was as close or closer to Heath. I've never lost a close friend who was also a contemporary like this. I can't begin to imagine what it must feel like.
I wish the press would just leave them all the fuck alone. Like the line in the song goes, "Even when you died, the press still hounded you." For the love of all that's holy, why can't they show some respect?
I'm sure I speak for everyone (or just about) here when I say there is nothing I'd like more in the realm of reality now than to have the toxicology results come back negative. Not just to spare Heath's name, and his family and loved ones, all the bullshit that comes with a drug overdose by a star. But so these tabloid assholes could look to *everyone* exactly like what we know they really are: self-serving idiots.