Whenever a famous singer or musician dies it's only a matter of time - occasionally even before the price of the artist's back catalogue has been jacked up on iTunes - until someone is marvelling at the thought of the dead star rocking out as part of some celestial supergroup in the afterlife.
Given the events that have happened over the last week or so, I still can't quite believe that one of my ultimate musical heroes has passed away. When I heard the news about Whitney, it made me really think about my musical influences growing up and the rich diet of music I was bought up on.
When Whitney met Bobby in 1989, the term power couple did not exist. If it did, a portmanteau would have been coined the moment they laid eyes on each other: Bitney? Bobnee? Brouston? Ominously, none of it works.