Sad stuff - Lucky Dube murdered

I went through a reggae phase where I owned a couple of Lucky Dube albums. They didn't change my world, but I liked his lyrics.

It's a bit off the usual punk-avant-cinema line I toe here, but I just wanted to note how sad it is: the man was gunned down in front of his young son in an attempt to steal his car: as if a car were worth the price of a human life (not to mention the cost to those left behind to mourn). He was 43.