I used to think just like you, but then I got educated about addiction and know better.
That’s fine. While it’s sad, it was entirely preventable. Unlike a child with incurable cancer. Not preventable, and tragic. I’ll give one more family example and will then shut up. My grandfather on my mother’s side was a war hero. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for his actions as a Liberator bomber pilot in the Pacific during WWII. He flew dozens of combat missions and survived being shot down. Shortly after returning from the war he died of a heart attack while shoveling snow in his driveway. He was 41. My mom was 13, and the oldest of 6 kids. A tragedy.
My grandfather on my dads side was a mean man. I was afraid of him when I was little. He would routinely drink a case of beer at a sitting. He was abusive to his wife and my father as well as his other 4 children. He also smoked a pack a day at least. He basically drank himself to death and died at age 68. I don’t rememembef any tears at his funeral. Not a tragedy.
Prince knew wealth and privilege a scant few could ever dream of. He made his choices. Sad, but not a tragedy.