He didn’t have a will. No one thinks they’ll die. Yet just six short days before his actual death reports say that he was near death as he was carried off his plane. So why wouldn’t you run out and make a will?

I offer this train of thought. Maybe, just maybe the artist everyone calls Prince didn’t care who ended up with his fortune. To not have a will, fight for decades to own rights to your work and die two years after gaining those full rights, could it have been simply, the principle to an artist enamoured with himself.

I didn’t know this beautiful talent of a man, never went to any of his concerts, didn’t see the movie that catapulted him into fame, but during and after my college days I partied at the venue that made him famous, First Avenue.

Prince, I think that’s the name he was going by when he died, seemed to experience many lovers over his lifetime but has no living children. His parents are long gone but he has a full blooded sibling that maybe he wasn’t close to or possibly estranged from along with his five half siblings.

As a Minnesotan I am engorged with this music icon yet never knew how many Prince songs I walked around singing. Yes I took for granted the man everyone knows as Prince. He found a city to love outside of the 5 major ones that everyone recognizes as spewing creative talent, Chicago/Los Angeles aka Hollywood/Atlanta/New York City.