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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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 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.
Carrie Fisher really hit me hard. I don’t know why. I guess she’s always just has a soft spot in my heart.
Anthony Bourdain. Still have a hard time watching his shows. Haven’t yet watched the last season of Parts Unknown
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.
Actual cry? No.
But very close. Robin Williams
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.
Chester Bennington made me sad.
When Akira Toriyama died I had to take some time off in the middle of work and go to the bathroom to cry. I think the reasons are obvious if you know who the man was. Here in Latin America Dragon Ball is almost a religion, you see the Z warriors wherever you look. Akira’s pen drew the childhood of millions around the world for several generations, it is difficult to find someone here who has not been marked by his work. Even now my heart still crumples a little at the memory of him.
May you rest in peace, Master. As long as your memory lives on, you will remain immortal.
Marie Fredriksson of Roxette, especially with the circumstance of her illness.
It was just a kind of perfect music.
