I don’t get death as big news. I mean, when a guy dies in Iraq or falling from a building or something – that’s news, and it’s reported, we absorb it and then we look to other stories. That works for me. When Ronald Reagan dies, or Ray Charles dies, why the fanfare? When Edward Gorey died, that was sad, but I didn’t expect the story to eclipse any other real news (and it didn’t). Reagan and Charles accomplished things – and absolutely we can list them off and remember them, but don’t go overboard. Keep it in perspective, for Yog’s sake. It was their time, they were old. If it’s tragic, it’s tragic in a perfectly natural way, not a young-artist-shockingly-commits-suicide way. It’s not big news. It’s the end of a story, not a beginning. Don’t drown my paper sailboats of information with this tsunami of reflections. I can reflect on my own time. Shoving it down my throat doesn’t emphasize the profound meaning their lives had, it just triggers my gag reflex.