Ten days ago, Carrie Fisher passed away at age 60. Alongside her career as an actress, particularly her most infamous role of Princess Leia Organa in the Star Wars series, she was an accomplished author – two of her works have notably been adapted for screenplay – The semi-autobiographical Postcards From The Edge and Wishful Drinking, which became a one-woman show on Broadway. She was also a script doctor for Hollywood, albeit many of her works in films such as Last Action Hero and Sister Act went uncredited.
Yesterday, Carrie’s remains were finally laid to rest alongside that of her mother’s, Debbie Reynolds. It seems fitting that the two were buried together. Regardless of the drama the two may have had, the two loved other dearly. She was her best friend.
From Us Magazine.
True to form, a private memorial was held at Forest Memorials Park on Thursday – Carrie liked the spotlight sometimes, but not that much. She was an introvert. And also, true to form, yesterday she was cremated and her remains were carried in an urn. An urn shaped like a Prozac pill. Brilliant.
From Vanity Fair
As Todd Fisher explained:
“Carrie’s favorite possession was a giant Prozac pill that she brought many years ago. A big pill,” Todd explained. “She loved it, and it was in her house, and Billie and I felt it was where she’d want to be.”
“We couldn’t find anything appropriate. Carrie would like that,” he added. “It was her favorite thing, and so that’s how you do it. And so they’re together, and they will be together here and in heaven, and we’re OK with that.”
Now, I’ve struggling how best to send off this incredible person, then I find out that she’s already figured a perfect way to send off herself. Absolutely flawless. Even in death, we see her remarkable self-effacing sense of humour. Carrie had noted during her life came to the conclusion that her personal struggles came with elements of the absurd about them. And so, in her self-deprecating way, not only talked about them; but fictionalized them in her stories and relived them again her play. Everyone now knows of her battles with drug addiction and her mental illness. But what I loved about it is her boldness in telling the world of her trials – something that Hollywood doesn’t always show a bright light on. This Prozac urn is wonderful in a lot of ways, in that it reflects the aspects of the life she had. There’s a temptation to refrain from the morbid line that she’s leaving us the way she lived: surrounded by pills. But that temptation isn’t strong enough, unfortunately. I don’t think Carrie herself would really give a shit.
She loved Prozac. It was her favourite pill. And hell, I could understand why. To me, it’s also a shout-out to everyone who struggles with mental illness. We get it, Carrie. Thanks for one last laugh.
Again, she was open about her trials with substance abuse. She even joked about it any times, at one infamous time on Twitter half-joking that Donald Trump is a cocaine (ab)user, citing her own…expertise on the subject of cocaine.
That was just it. Carrie really believed that as difficult as these experiences were to live in, it’s good to see the humour in it all, otherwise it would merely be a tragedy. Many unfortunate things happened in Carrie’s life, but hers was not a tragedy. We should not feel pity for her, but celebrate the life for a courageous and brilliant woman who flipped the bird at our relentless image culture, batted away inanity regarding cultural standards of a woman’s love life, had Hollywood who threw burnt her out and threw her to the curb when she battling her demons crawling to her and begging to make the scripts for their films palatable, and was fearless in speaking her mind against authoritarian thugs – whether they be Nixon, Vader, or Trump. I was tempted to call her our Dorothy Parker of the late 20th century, but that would just take away from the uniqueness that was Carrie Fisher.
To two generations of geeks, she was our Princess-cum-general. Inheritor of a tainted lineage. Revolutionary leader against the galactic tyranny of the Empire.
To those struggling with mental illness, she was a princess of Hollywood who yearned for modest treatment, who became resistant and powerful voice against the tyrannical stigma mental illness and addiction creates.
After Star Wars became a success, she grappled with the infamy of being identified as the strong-willed Princess Leia, and people looking up to her character. I hope before she passed, she realised just how many people looked up to the strong-willed, witty and brilliant Carrie.