Freddie Mercury, born Farrokh Bulsara, has left an indelible mark on the music world, despite passing away over 30 years ago. His extraordinary voice continues to resonate, reminding us of the brilliance of his life, which he lived to the fullest despite facing significant challenges.
As he lay dying in his cherished home, his thoughts were focused on one person: Mary Austin. She was not only the love of his life but also the only person who knew where his ashes were to be scattered after his death.
Many artists have briefly captured the spotlight, but few reach the iconic status of Mercury, whose influence endures. Alongside the band Queen, he created timeless hits like “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Are the Champions”. To this day, Queen’s “Greatest Hits” remains the best-selling album in the UK.
Freddie’s journey to stardom was fraught with hardships. Born on September 5, 1946, in Zanzibar, his family fled to England when he was young, seeking a better life. It was here that he adopted the name Freddie, and his passion for music began to flourish, despite his parents’ initial disapproval.
Freddie’s talent shone brightly, particularly as he collaborated with future bandmates, ultimately establishing Queen. Their success was meteoric, with Mercury’s voice only becoming stronger over time. Hits like “We Will Rock You” and “Don’t Stop Me Now” showcased his extraordinary talent.
In his personal life, Mercury’s bond with Mary Austin was profound. Though they were engaged and later separated, their friendship endured, and she remained by his side through his struggles with AIDS, which he was diagnosed with in 1987. As he bravely fought the disease, Mercury chose to reveal his illness to the world shortly before his death in 1991, expressing the desire to do so on his own terms.
In his final days, Mercury entrusted Austin with the knowledge of where his ashes would be scattered, as he sought privacy in death. He left behind a significant portion of his estate to her, highlighting their enduring connection. After his passing, it was confirmed that Mary carried out his wishes, scattering his ashes in a secret location, as he had requested.
Freddie Mercury’s legacy continues to shine brightly, and his wish for eternal rest in solitude has been honored by the one person who knew him best. We remember him fondly, knowing that his spirit lives on in the music that inspires generations.
Matt Heath: My parting message: Enjoy things while they are around
A lot of big, tragic and important things have happened to this wonderful country of ours since April 2014. None of which I have covered. I was too busy writing about hungover parenting, ancient philosophy and my dog Colin.
Out of the 536 columns I have written, 27 were about that guy. Far too few. He is such a good boy, he deserves an article a week.
Today is the end of an era for me, and whenever these final events pop up in our lives, we can’t help but think about the ultimate end.
Everything we do, we will one day do for the last time. That’s why you have to enjoy things while they are around. It’s not just big events like leaving a job, house or loved one either. Whatever moment you happen to be in now, you will never get it back, and you don’t know how many more you have.
Everything we do in life, from eating pizza to spending time with the people we love, to driving, writing, drinking or breathing, we will one day experience for the final time. It might happen tomorrow. This can be either a depressing or an inspiring thought, depending on how you look at it.
A few years back in this column, I interviewed professor of philosophy William B Irvine, of Wright State University, Ohio, on this very topic. He put it this way on a Zoom call: “Recognition of the impermanence of everything in life can invest the things we do with a significance and intensity that would otherwise be absent. The only way we can be truly alive is if we make it our business periodically to entertain thoughts of the end.”
Today’s column is very meaningful to me because it is my last. Like the last night with a lover before she goes overseas. And just like a lover, there have been some half-arsed efforts put in from me over the years. Last week, for example, I spent 750 words moaning about how bad my cricket team is. But the truth is that any of my columns could have been the final. If I had reminded myself every week for the past 10 years that the end is inevitable, I may have been more grateful for having a column and appreciated writing them all as much as I am this one.
While everything we do could have more meaning with a focus on finitude, some things are inherently more worthwhile than others. There is no doubt my column “The pros and cons of wearing Speedos” from November 2022 was less meaningful than most things in this world. That was a waste of everyone’s time. So, if we only have so much time, how do we pick the best things to do?
Well, Oliver Burkeman, the author of Four Thousand Weeks – Time Management For Mortals, suggested this to me in a 2022 column: “Ask yourself, does this choice enlarge me? You usually know on some unspoken level if it does. That’s a good way to distinguish between options.”
With that in mind, I don’t feel great about my 2018 article on “New Zealand’s best hole”. That didn’t enlarge anyone.
There will be people reading this column right now who have loved my writing in the Herald and are sad to see it end. Others will have hated it and are glad to see me go. Many won’t have any opinion at all. But for those in the first camp, I have good news. I have a book coming out on May 28 called A Life Less Punishing – 13 Ways To Love The Life You Got (Allen and Unwin Book Publishers). It’s a deep dive into the history, philosophy and science of not wasting our time lost in anger, loneliness, humiliation, stress, fear, boredom and all the other ways we find to not enjoy perfectly good lives. It’s available for pre-order right now (google it if you’re interested).
A Life Less Punishing took me two years to write and is equivalent in words to 100 of these columns. Which would be a complete nightmare for those in the hate camp, but as I say, great news for those who want more.
Anyway, thanks to the Herald for having me, thanks to the lovely people who make an effort to say nice things to me about my column nearly every day and thanks to the universe for every single second we get.
Bless!
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