Five years back while preparing to head back to camp after nights off, the newsbite from the Television sent a chill down my spine. Surely it was a sick April Fool's joke I thought to myself as I tried to delay the inevitable. On the taxi journey back, my mind was slowly flooded with snippets of his movies and songs. Having growing up serenaded and entertained by him, it felt like losing a close friend. Five years on, I hope he is now resting peacefully and enjoying the companionship of your good friends, Anita, James and Lydia.