Heath Ledger died today.

At 28. That's my age.

Never really followed the guy, but time after time, you watch from the sidelines people who you think were at the top - having achieved the American Dream and for whom every of life's whims were essentially within grasp - fall.

Was it suicide? Was it an accident? Foul play? Dunno.

Perhaps he was never really happy. Perhaps some things cannot be acheived by being insanely rich. Or insanely good-looking (arguably). Or insanely popular. Or insanely successful in their field (arguably).

Maybe after all the clamouring, scheming and plotting to get to the top, the reality hits home: There's nothing up there. That huge holein your heart? That cannot be filled by the view from the top.