I can shoot a man 12 times and it can miss every single major organ, and he can live. I can shoot a man one time in the back, and kill him without so much as a scream. All that proves is that the person who shot "FITTIE" either couldn't aim for crap, or isn't real. I'm going with the second one.

I think sometimes it's hard for some people to accept the mortality of their heroes, that even people who seem godlike can be brought down so easily. We want to believe they're alive because, let's face it, after death a person's career usually goes downhill. We want to believe a conspiracy so that it's not as simple as a legend simply dying.

If tupac faked his death, I would have less respect for him. He would have gone out a coward, rather than dying the way he lived his life.

Look at the bright side, Elvis died in a crapper, Lincoln was killed by a crazy person that jumped off of a balcony, and JFK... well... grassy knoll. Oh, now I see where you're coming from.