You must be old then. Play the game Bob. I don't get choked up about famous people dying, but Jimmy Carter, there was a kind, great man. Best President in my lifetime.
Create a game that's worth playing SF and I'll be happy to play it. I don't WANT anyone to die, except as already stated. Though I might add that idiot who does the H&R Block commercials and is always yelling "get your billions back America". Can't stand him and would love to see him go hopefully before next tax season. There... how's that?
I would certainly cry if Tuesday passed away I wept when Robin Williams died. I'm sure I might cry for other famous people if they died. But, sometimes you don't really know how it's gonna hit you until it happens.
I'm not really a crier but I was gutted upon learning that singer Phyllis Hyman took her own life years ago and when actor Andy Whitfield lost his battle with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. Andy originated the role of Spartacus in the cable TV series Spartacus: Blood and Sand.
I will weep for Dolly, Bernadette and Madonna. Three women whose music and presence in the world made it ok to be myself.
I cried for Stritch-knowing her link to the past history of Broadway and all that went with her.
"The sexual energy between the mother and son really concerns me!"-random woman behind me at Next to Normal
"I want to meet him after and bang him!"-random woman who exposed her breasts at Rock of Ages, referring to James Carpinello
Um... yeah. I can't predict my emotional reactions with the precision required to answer your first question, Southy. But regarding your second question:
Antonin Scalia, Clarence Thomas, Samuel Alito. Oh, and, you didn't request specific timetables, but... TOMORROW, please.
If only Horse Tears, the best I'm hoping for are some early retirements by my side. But you're on the right path, way better than Pat Robertson, any one of them.
I had a very strange, quasi-spiritual experience that related to Robin Williams's death. I was on a cruise shop, during a VERY dark period in my life. I was under ridiculous stress and worried that I may be on the verge of snapping. All of a sudden, in the middle of a jog around the deck in the middle of the ocean (this cruise ship had no newspaper and no updates on doings in the outside world) I began to obsessively daydream out of nowhere about a funeral for a man who had killed himself without warning anyone, letting no one know he was in distress. "It's such a shame," the people in the daydream said- "he was always funny and vivacious. We never suspected he was holding back so much." I thought it was a subliminal warning from my subconscious: I need to let go of this stress and let somebody in, or I would destroy myself.
When I got back into port, I was shocked to find out that Robin Williams had killed himself. I was even more shocked when I found out that the time of his death was approximately the same as the time of my jog around the deck.