Sure. Sometimes things touch your soul when you’re open to it or vulnerable.
Robin Williams. I grew up knowing his more kid-friendly side as the voice of Genie and Batty Koda, his role in Jumanji, etc. Then growing up saw him in films like What Dreams May Come, Patch Adams, Mrs. Doubtfire. When I heard the news he not only died, but by suicide because the man suffered from a severe mental illness it really cut me to the core. It was like losing a favorite silly uncle. I still haven’t been able to bring myself to watch any of his movies as I fear it will make me emotionally unstable again. Every year since it seems like I find out more about how much of an amazing character he was, and I’m glad he left a legacy, but god damn does it suck.
Marie Fredriksson of Roxette, especially with the circumstance of her illness.
It was just a kind of perfect music.
Roberto Gómez Bolaños, El Chavo and Chapolin are a big deal here in Brazil and crossed 2 generations, we spent our entire childhood watching both of them everyday on tv, his death was huge blow.
Carrie Fisher really hit me hard. I don’t know why. I guess she’s always just has a soft spot in my heart.
That toddler that got shot in a road rage incident a while back. I broke down when I read that the child said “Mommy, my tummy hurts” before he died. I think it hit me so hard because I have a little brother who was around that age at the time.
That is really heart wrenching, oh my god.
Mr Rogers. Was like a light went out in the world. Robin Williams came close. Each a symbol of joy and kindness.
Robin Williams was my first big celebrity cry.
Grant Imahara. I don’t have to explain myself with this one. He made me childhood and his absolute inventiveness, curiousity and enthousiasm just was so terrific.
Robin Williams, I legit cried for a day and couldn’t think or hear his name for a long time without getting upset again.
Still sad that he’s gone.
It’s still hard for me to watch movies he’s in. Just reminds me he’s no longer around.
I’ve been able to watch his stand up bits and some interviews, but yeah still can’t watch his movies yet. One day soon I’ll go on a Robin Williams marathon.
Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett. Because or seemed like they still had more to contribute
On the subject of authors, Robert Pirsig. His book made a bigger impact on me than any other, and I constantly re-read it anytime I feel lost or depressed or in need of some kind advice. It’s the kind of advice I wish my dad had given me. Losing him was like losing the dad I wish I’d had.
I’m reading through Discworld for the first time now. Terry’s genius cannot be overstated. 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.
GNU Sir Terry Pratchett.
Iain M. Banks too. ;-; Hydrogen Sonata was so good, and I remember seeing if there was another one in the works but turned out, no. Never will be…
I’ll be honest, one of his books was my least favourite I’ve ever read - Player of Games. I hated it the whole way through, just kept reading because I figured it would get better, and it didn’t.
The Wasp Factory was good though, albeit fucked up.
Yes, hardcore for Steve Irwin. His shows taught me what love is, since I never really saw it at home
Seconded for this. I actually bonded with my partner over our intense idolization of Steve Irwin as kids lol
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.
Was teary all day at work when Terry Pratchett died
My comment copied from above:
I’m reading through Discworld for the first time now. Terry’s genius cannot be overstated. 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.
GNU Sir Terry Pratchett
GNU Terry Pretchett
GNU Terry Pratchett
I was okay that day, but lost it while reading The Shepherd’s Crown.
I was a little sad when I heard about it, as well as bittersweet while reading The Shepherd’s crown. Then I closed the book, curled up in bed and wept myself to sleep.
I’ve found joy in passing his name on to the next generation.
Have you read Shaking Hands with Death? It’s… cathartic.
I have not, but I have it mentally bookmarked for when I’m in a better head space. Thank you for the suggestion.
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.
My second year of University a guy fell off the roof and didn’t make it. Everyone was sent home while they cleaned everything up. That was the first time I cried for someone I didn’t know.
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. :(
