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… er, What’s that hand basket doing here?

So I’m settling in to read about Heath Ledger’s autopsy findings, ready to be all sad and serious and contemplative. I was genuinely a fan—he was such a damn cutie pie and seemed like a decent and gifted person all around.

It’s always jarring when somebody is just starting out in life, destined to contribute great things to the world for many years to come, then p o o f.

I click over, scroll down, and what?

What is Heath Ledger doing in that candle?