A bronze statue of the Roman goddess Diana that once adorned the first-class lounge of the Titanic was found half-buried on the ocean floor by a research expedition that used submersibles to photograph the wreck. I'm not sure why that intrigued me so much. The statue was only about two feet high. It was a copy of a statue, Diana of Versailles that is in the Louvre.
Everything about the Titanic captures people's attention. I told my daughter the other day that if the Titanic hadn't sank on her maiden voyage she would have been like any other ocean liner and sailed until she was scrapped for metal and sank. Instead she made one failed trip and is the most famous ship in history.
I equated it to being like Elvis. If he hadn't have died young at the age of 42 he would have aged in the public eye and likely disappeared into obscurity. Instead he died and became forever ageless and iconic. It makes me wonder which is preferable, to die young and become immortal in a sense in that people always remember you as your young self or age into oblivion.
Of course this only applies to people who have achieve fame.
So sometimes I think fame is less of a blessing and more of a curse.
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