The news broke on the eve of Grammy Awards, the music industry's biggest night: The woman with the pitch-perfect voice who once reigned as the queen of pop at the awards show had died.
Whitney Houston was found dead Saturday by her bodyguard on the fourth floor of an upscale Beverly Hills hotel where only hours later she was to attend a pre-Grammy bash hosted by her longtime mentor, Clive Davis.
Her death, at age 48, was the final chapter of a storied career that began with the nurturing of a superstar cousin Dionne Warwick, soared in the 1980s and 1990s with one record-setting achievement after another, stalled as her drug use and marriage to Bobby Brown made for tabloid fodder and was on the rebound with a highly anticipated star turn.
"You're going to remember where you were when you heard the news. It's that significant. She was undoubtedly one of the greatest superstars of all time," music producer Simon Cowell said.
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Wow...so sad. RIP
Only an ignorant fool is shocked by her death. Many crack hoes have pretty voices, few are ever heard from the stage. Sympathy is the last thing drug addicts need, yet for most, it's all they have to give. RIP Ms. Houston. You had your chance. Just say no to drugs.
Good lord Kathy. Bobby Brown didn't force her to smoke crack. She was a willing participant in her own demise and untimely death.
Blaming Bobby Brown for Whitney's death is like blaming Michael Jackson's M.D. for his. Like blaming Michael Jordon and Charles Barkley for introducing Tiger Woods to the fast world of Vegas and it's thousands of willing women. Whitney, MJ, and Tiger Woods made their own beds and slept with whomever and whatever THEY chose. Each person is drawn-out and enticed with their own thoughts. (and it might help some of you to lookup the difference between victim and volunteer)
Sad ending . My only hope is that her daughter will learn from this tragedy . She was already following in her parents foot steps, hopefully this will help her rethink her life ,so she will become a better person then either of her parents ever were. I shift between great anger and sadness for the loss of a once shining star.
Houston croaked and everybody knows. She was a junkie and thats what killed her. Lets move on to more important issues!
The civil rights community morns the loss of our dear sister Whitney Houston comrades Wanda Allen and Teresa Odom Sanders and I are praying for Ms. Houston's family, fans, and friends. We will continue the legacy of Whitney Houston, Dr. Martin L. King, Jr. And H. Rap Brown and others. Long live the songs of our great sister Whitney Houston "And I will all ways love you.". Rev. Brown.
BLAH BLAH BLAH
crack is whack..
@Rev. Ray Brown. *mourn, not "morn." Besides, MLK had dozens of illegitimate children and as far as I know, didn't smoke crack and hump Bobby Brown. You honor your own. "Let the dead bury their dead" are Jesus' words that apply to you. Did Jesus "morn" the deaths of women like Houston? Did he attend lavish funerals honoring even crackheads or men whom regularly cheated on their wives unrepentantly? No, he did not.
"I love Christ, but I despise Christians because they do not live as Christ lived."-Mohandus Gandhi (Modern-day "Christians" who live by the sword and mourn the loss of celebrities more than Jesus' death are even obvious to Hindus) Yes, there is such a thing as false religion. You can tell a tree by it's fruits.
It's ok to speak the truth about me at my funeral. Really. I'm dead, and so the truth won't be hurting me. And who are all these people crashing my funeral? Just b/c you knew my music doesn't mean you knew me. I was a promiscuous crack hoe. Is that so hard for YOU to admit as you remember me?
Houston is somewhere over the rainbow? No, she is dead. Death, the exact polar opposite of life. Not a phase you go through. Not a simple change. DEAD, as in no longer able to breath, walk, think, associate, communicate, or even sing. Nothing but a memory. And if you led a life worth having God remember you, the chance that he might bring you back to life in the future.(if you were a true believer producing fine fruits rather than weeds)