No one that I’m quickly seeing, however, the Sikh Temple Shooting happened on my birthday, and close enough to me that I hit roadblocks and could see all the police cars on my way home from work that day. Didn’t know what was going on until later on though, I just assumed it was a car accident or something.
Gianni Versace was murdered on my 37th birthday. I remember being mildly upset, because I appreciated his talent.
I also could have sworn that JFK, Jr. died on my birthday, but it turns out that was the day after.
I was fine with it. He was kind of an asshole because he took credit for all these plays when they were really written by me.
We had a good thing going for a while because he got the credit and part of the money, I got all those hot British ladies and no one knew the wiser.
In my lifetime, Christopher Lee died on my birthday a few years back.
Historically, Robert the Bruce kicked it on my birthday, also.
In modern days notable deaths on my birthday include: Red Adair, Brion James and Shotzie (dog owned by a bitch). A decade before my birth Oliver Hardy died.
However, in the far past it was not good to be royalty/ emperor on my birthday. Notable deaths include Roman Emperor Majorian, Emperor Yūryaku of Japan, duke of Upper Lorraine Frederick II, Holy Roman Emperor Henry IV and Scottish prince & 1st Duke of Albany Alexander Stewart.
My wife died the day before my birthday, ruining my birthday forever.
I’ve yet to forgive Elvis for ruining my 9th birthday.
Not a death on my birthday, but the National Day of Mourning for LBJ was on my 7th birthday. (He had died 3 days earlier). We got the day off from school. When I asked my dad why we were getting an unexpected school holiday, he told me it was for my birthday. Yep, I believed him.
The only one I remember that was on my birthday was last year’s Mary Tyler Moore.
That’s rough.
A friend of my daughter’s lost his dad very young, a couple of days’ short of his own (the dad’s) birthday. They take birthday cake to his grave on the anniversary…
I was born August 5, 1962, I have blond hair (OK, full disclosure, DID, a lot of it is gone these days) and still have very blue eyes, so I like to tell anyone who will listen is I am the reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe…no, I’m not female, no, not beautiful, voluptuous or sexy, no, I can’t act, sing or have ever been in a acting role past a lead role in my 6th grade class production of, “The Mikado”…OK, so maybe “reincarnation” is a bit of an approximation…
Patrick Ewing was born on the same day…he got all the athletic skills that were being passed out that day…
Well, yes, Hitler, actually. But I wasn’t born yet.
As for one that I remember, Balanchine. I was spending 20-30 hours per week int he ballet studio at the time, and it was really devastating. Would have been 1982 or 83 I guess.
Not a one.