When someone dies, they’re not “lost.” Stop fucking telling me that we’ve LOST someone.
We just “lost” David Bowie? That’s too bad. Maybe he’s hanging out at a SoHo loft, or on holiday in Tahiti. He’ll probably turn up soon!
Oh wait, no he won’t. Because HE’S FUCKING DEAD.
With the possible exception of Elvis, every celebrity we’ve ever “lost” has never been found. Can we just call a spade a spade here? Why do people have to indulge in pathetic euphemisms? What’s wrong with “dead” or “died?” They’re succinct and descriptive.
Sometimes I “lose” my keys, or a sock. Once or twice, I’ve even lost myself while driving around. Boy, was my face red when I got off on the wrong exit of the New Jersey Turnpike, and my heart ceased to beat while I experienced complete and total brain death at the cellular level! We all had a good laugh about that one later, after my body had cooled to ambient temperature and begun the decomposition process in earnest.
Stop goddamn saying that someone is “lost.” There is nothing wrong with simply saying that someone has died.
A special “fuck you” to CNN and other news media who continually use this ridiculous charade of phraseology, e.g., http://www.cnn.com/specials/world/obit-2015