Boys Zones: Death and Dissolution, uh-huh

British media these days bemoan the fact that two puerile gangs on stage have been disbanded; one by death and the other one for lack of success and recognition - both well deserved.
First, 33-year old Mr Gately, member of the infantile sing-along tingle tangle band Boyzone, has suffocated on his own vomit while sitting in a hotel room's armchair. It has still to be established whether Gately's barfing was the result of the night out in Majorca's sleaziest gay bar, including a massive drinking binge and consumption of cannabis, or whether it was the fact that his husband(!) was next door shagging a male Bulgarian prostitute they had just picked up at the bar.
Looks to me that a choice of lifestyle has brought upon a fate that actually is a valuable and applaudable lesson for wannabe boyz. Yes, I believe the death of Gately is a good thing, and no reason at all to lament. I save my sympathy for the many young people who die each day, without their fault.
A-ha, the Norwegian trash band from the 1880s (or was it earlier?) have declared their end. So what, eh? They had one shitty song 25 years ago which sounded old on the day it was released already. Good riddance, to both bands.