Audrey Hepburn’s death is a weirdly perfect metaphor for her life: elegant, unexpected, and just a little ridiculous. Imagine the most beautiful woman in the world being taken down by a jelly appendix. It’s like calling time of death for a ballet dancer because she tripped over a shoelace. Life has a twisted sense of humor.
But here’s the surprising part: before she died, Audrey donated a significant portion of her estate to UNICEF. She turned her own death into a final act of kindness. So, when you think of Audrey, don’t just remember her as the waif in Breakfast at Tiffany’s—remember her as the woman who faced a Doctor Who villain name of a disease with breathtaking grace.
And if you ever start feeling a weird, jiggling sensation in your belly, go see a doctor. Don’t assume it’s just a bad burrito. Because if it can happen to Audrey, it can happen to anyone. Now, go eat a crème brûlée in her honor.
