I thought that Mr Bowie expired in New York. I was therefore surprised to see that Mr Bowie could possibly have found his last rest in a rural South Australian garbage bin. How undignified. I hastened to check if Mr Bowie indeed was thrown in the bin, but luckily he was not. Nor anybody else. Such a relief. A bit odd to express one’s grief over a departed person in this way, but each to his own. Perhaps the author did not like Mr Bowie?