It seems like I've always loved the music of INXS. My parents have always told me that, as a baby, I would sit in front of the tv, not even walking yet, but trying to dance to their music. When I was older, my admiration grew, particuarly for MH. His voice, his persona, everything about him! When he left us, I would lie awake at night wondering why, how? Recently I've had to deal with depression myself. I think I understand from an onlooker's perspective how they can be so confused at such an act, and yet, I can also see that, when someone is depressed, sometimes there is no why, or how. It's just a pain that won't end. Michael wasn't selfish. Someone who gave so much of himself couldn't possibly have been. But he was loved, worldwide, by those who knew him and those who felt that they did, even though they had never met him, like me. And that's what we have to remember I guess, instead of the whys and hows. We can't go back and change what happened. But we can all see him again someday, I believe.