Freddie Mercury died today, or yesterday, but not today or yesterday; a long time ago. You understand me.
Hindsight is Cassandra’s evil twin: he shows up after the disaster to tell everyone what they already know. This is to say that Freddie should not have defined “fun” how he did, and certainly not when he did. The “when” is probably more important. A lot of people shouldn’t have done a lot of the stuff they did, but those fuckers couldn’t sing like Freddie could.