I’ll just say this about googly-eyed mooning over celebrities when they die: you were just as personally connected and engaged with the deceased yesterday as you will be tomorrow.
Sure it’s sad, but the death of a loved one, a person you know, or even of anonymous youth cut down in its prime is more sad. I’m already maxing out on the “oh shit oh shit I can’t take it today whatamIgonna do Lou died” faux sympathy.
DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE 