My son, then 31, was absolutely addicted to Britney. He knew her every dance move. He performed one on a cliff at Canyonlands. He had an online friend that sounded so much like Britney that I think he thought it was. A podcast was made about it. He was bipolar, very depressed. Died by suicide. Friend arranged for his ashes to be given to friends in Britney cologne bottles. She called it “a piece of me.” Now this obviously gives me pause to think. And I think I spelled Britney wrong.