I won’t act like I don’t get down about celebrity deaths now and again. As a kid I cried when I watched a documentary about Freddie Mercury passing away, I got pretty sad about Steve Irwin for some reason, and I thought Heath Ledger’s passing was a big damn shame. But even still, in all those cases they still struck me as far-away people whom I never would have met anyway and whose passing wouldn’t affect me on a personal level too much. I would feel like that about really any celebrity death since, even Leslie Nielson’s.
That was before one of the Ghostbusters died.