It seems only fitting that Elizabeth Taylor, a star of unparalleled beauty, should pass into the heavens not long after last Saturday’s Supermoon, a full moon that loomed larger than any other in the last 18 years.
As a Pisces, she was not only compassionate by nature, but quite spiritual, and not at all afraid to meet her maker—whom she asked upon crossing over, if he was available. Just kidding. She only marries for love and she’s only really been in love once…no twice…no, make that seven times before. Again, I jest. As far as I’m aware, she’s only loved two men in her life. Mike Todd, who died tragically in a plane crash after only one year of their marriage (to one another, I must clarify), and then there was Richard Burton, whom she married once…no, twice.
Ahhhh, Richard Burton, the rugged Welshman with the golden voice (not to be confused with that homeless guy who was neither a Welshman, nor married to Elizabeth Taylor—as far as we know).
Elizard fell in love while filming Cleopatra and never really fell out of it, despite their two divorces. They remained close friends till the day he passed and she was quoted as saying that their marriage—I mean, marriages–failed only because they loved one another too much. Okay, maybe that was a trifle theatrical, but true love can often make you say crazy things. Still, I’d have to agree with Miracle Max that “true love is the greatest thing in the world, except for a nice MLT: where the mutton is lean and the tomato is so ripe….”
After Burton’s funeral in 1984, Elizabeth remarked she’d like to be buried with him…eventually, that is. What’s the rush? Unfortunately that request didn’t go over very well with Burton’s wife at the time, though I really don’t see why not. It’s so romantic!
Pisces is the astrological sign attached to movies, so it’s no wonder Elizabeth became a popular film star. But apparently she had other fish to fry too. Fish, get it? A little Pisces humor, cause fish is the symbol for…oh, never mind.
During those seven minutes, Elizabeth recalled traveling through a tunnel, where she experienced a warmth and light that was indescribable in its beauty.”
In the late 1950’s, Elizabeth was made aware of a higher calling by her husband (the third one, for those keeping track), who just so happened to be dead at the time.
She’d rubbed up against it, (death, I mean) often enough, while undergoing a surgical procedure in the late 1950’s. For seven minutes she stopped breathing, and was clinically pronounced dead by a surgeon who was apparently prone to giving up rather easily. I mean, just because she was no longer alive didn’t mean he had to throw in the towel, did he?
During those seven minutes, Elizabeth recalled traveling through a tunnel, where she experienced a warmth and light that was indescribable in its beauty.
It was there that she found Mike Todd waiting for her with a message. She held onto him, not wanting to let go, but was urged by him to go back. It was not yet her time, as there were important tasks she needed to accomplish—like selling perfume and popularizing rehabs–and he’d be there waiting for her upon her return, he promised.
In a whoosh, she was back in her body, forcing the surgeon to drop his donut and remove her toe tag. After such a breathtaking experience as death, Elizabeth had much difficulty, at first, adjusting to the harshness of life again.
But then, she began noticing intense sounds and vibrant colors, and the beauty of this new world she found herself in was positively startling. She thanked God for her life and said, “Okay, bring on the next husband.” Well, perhaps, she didn’t say that, but she did go on to find herself a passion that proved to be more rewarding and enduring than any of her marriages. No, not the perfume, though that’s good too, but something even better. Elizabeth, who had always despised her celebrity, finally found a wonderful use for it.
In the 80’s, during a time when it was not politically correct to champion AIDS, Elizabeth was photographed shaking the hands of an AIDS patient in a Bangkok hospital, and people’s fears about touching someone with the dreaded disease were quelled. With Liz’s help, amfAR was born, an organization that has since invested 300 million dollars in AIDS research. When she received her Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award in 1993, she had this to say:
“I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being — to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.”
Though Elizabeth Taylor will be remembered most, I dare say, for the violet eyes, the Oscars and eight marriages, it is her compassion for the outcasts, the downtrodden, and for those who fall into their own unique category—yes, King of Pop, I mean you, that she will forever be Queen of our hearts.