Baffled Again

Farrah Fawcett died yesterday. It would have been bigger news but that Michael Jackson died as well. My reaction to the Jackson death was pretty nill. My reaction to Fawcett's death was that I felt kind of old. Then I forgot both and went on with my life. I was reminded of the deaths later while shopping for dinner. People in the produce department were discussing it. The 1200 people in line for supermarket Starbuck's were discussing it. And finally, the people in the check-out lines were talking about it.
"So, did Ryan and Farrah ever marry again?" the suit & tie man in front of me asked the check-out guy.
"I don't know but I know she said yes," the guy answered.
For real? You people know this stuff?
Then the checker in the next stall yelped, in response to something, "Oh my God, really? Michael Jackson is dead? That's HORRIBLE!"
I just don't get it--were you two close friends? When it was my turn to pay for my food, I was asked how I felt about it all.
"Ummm . . . I didn't know any of them" I said.
My checkers response: "You know who Michael Jackson was, don't you?"
Geez.
"Yes. But I didn't know him."
His face went blank. Then the other checker, from the next stall--seemingly over her grief stage--chimed in with, "Did they ever find out if David Carradine was murdered?"
I couldn't resist: "Yes, he murdered himself."
"Well, there were some weird circumstances," my checker said. "We may never know for sure." Yep, we need to send the FBI in for that one.