I did when Mac Miller ODed, actually. Another friend of mine had also ODed somewhat recently and I was a huge fan of Mac’s music.
Was teary all day at work when Terry Pratchett died
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My comment copied from above:
I’m reading through Discworld for the first time now. Terry’s genius cannot be understated. Each next book is an absolute revelation (well. Eric was good not maybe not a revelation…). The way the characters grow and become individuals, seemingly with their own real lives. It hurts to know Sir Terry will never be able to tell us more about this fantastical, commentary-laden, hilarious world.
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I knew he was gone when I started reading his books, and still I wept for hours when the realisation fully hit me.
Through Discworld I really felt that he was, somehow, in a way, my friend. And then I finished all the books, remembered he was gone and I mourned him like a dear friend.
I’m not even really sure why but for some reason, Alan Rickman hit me pretty hard.
I had to read too far for this.
Yeah I think it was just the sort of huge mass way the HP community reacted, it was very wholesome. All Rickman ever wanted to be was an actor and he made it late in life then died.
A huge part of Facebook was covered with:
Nope. I have never cried over a celebrity or a stranger. It’s strange to see so many people who have. Isn’t that a parasocial connection? The person you cried for never even knew you existed. You’re hurting for no good reason.
Sure. Sometimes things touch your soul when you’re open to it or vulnerable.
Robin Williams.
That man was a staple of my childhood, and him passing felt like the final nail in the coffin to where my childhood ended.
When Carrie Fisher died, I was very sad and for the next week I found myself rolling back a few tears every now and then. I was a SW fan from a young age and she was always like the sister I never had.
No never but I know when Jackie Chan passes away I’m going to be really hurt.
Man was my hero growing up with his movies and doing his own stunts.
A man only dies when he is forgotten.
Technoblade never dies.
No. I didn’t know them and have had too many friends and family members die to care that much about a celebrity.
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep inside.
The day the music died.
Oh, my, my, this here Anakin guy, may be Vader some day later, now he’s just a small fry. He left his home and- shit, wrong song.
Steve Irwin was my first, but Chris Cornell and Chester Bennington back to back definitely got me hard. I choked up when LP played numb with nobody at the mic during their remembrence concert
Yeah, that moment hit hard. I expected someone to come in and sing his part, then… oh. Right. Of course. :(
Robin Williams and Steve Irwin hit me the hardest for sure
Robin Williams for me, too. I’ve often used comedy as a coping mechanism for depression, so I always looked up to comedians who spoke openly about their mental struggles. His death hit me really hard, because I thought to myself “if he - with his wealth and fame and success and adoration and near-infinite support system - couldn’t make it, then what hope do I have with none of that?” That news really made me spiral for a bit.
I later learned about the Lewy body dementia diagnosis, and that definitely changed things for me.
I cried for Ronnie James Dio I wanted to meet him so hard. Fuck cancer…
This is one of mine. So glad I was able to see him perform! Very unexpected.
I live in South America sadly I never had the chance.
🙁 for me it was over 20 years ago, I do not know how many countries he toured in, tho. I am happy people continue to appreciate his work!
Yeah. While I rarely work on the road these days I am a critical care paramedic by trade.
…and tbh, I did cry about some patients. …the old nana who accidentally set herself ablaze a day before Christmas. … The young lad who died a very gruesome death despite the efforts of over 50 rescuers. … The 1 year old who died because the psychotic dad had stuffed his crib with blankets. (And dad was “clear” in the head when we arrived…imagine the pain he felt) … And over the same dad when he hanged himself 6 months later.
There are a few more,worse ones, that I don’t want to think back to
