Musicians
Alan Parsons (I cried when I found out Eric Woolfson died–the Alan Parsons Project has always been one of my favorite bands, and I had the pleasure of getting to meet Alan on several occasions).
Alice Cooper
Neil Peart
Peter Gabriel
Actors
Hugh Laurie
Alan Rickman
Gene Wilder (Willy Wonka was my first crush)
Jeremy Irons
Authors/Artists
Stephen King
Chuck Palahniuk
Bill Watterson
J. K. Rowling
Bob Eucker – He’s been the soundtrack of many summer evenings for me for nearly as long as I can remember.
Michael Stipe – R.E.M.'s music was an incredibly prominent part of my teenage years and early adulthood, and I still love it (yes, even the new stuff).
David Letterman - He’s always been a personal hero of mine, someone whose sense of humor I’ve always keenly shared. As far as broadcasting legends go, he’s the real fucking deal.
James Randi - The celebrity who’s influenced me almost as much as Mr. Letterman. The man is a damned national treasure, and whenever he does go, his death probably won’t generate all that much puclicity in the MSM. Unfortunately.
Don Rickles - I’ve always loved his biting, take-no-prisoners-and-play-no-favorites sense of humor. Plus, he’s one of the last links to the heyday of the Rat Pack, back when Las Vegas really was Sin City.
Howard Stern - Because he’s the King. Of all Media, don’tcha know.
If Ozzy or any member of the original Black Sabbath dies, or if they never tour again, a certain former co-worker who screwed me on Ozzfest tickets several years back is getting her neck wrung. At least I got to see Heaven And Hell in '07, although Dio’s death really bummed me out.
I’ll miss Roger Ebert big time. And I’ll second Vin Scully, even though I don’t give a hoot about the Dodgers. No one calls a game like that anymore.
I’ll add, since others have already: The celebrity death that affected me the most, by far, was Charles Schulz’s. I literally have been reading (and re-reading, and re-reading) Peanuts since I was a wee lad, so much so that Charlie Brown and his gang always felt like family to me; ergo, so did their creator, good ol’ Sparky Schulz. And his death really couldn’t have been more poetic, it happening the day that his final Sunday panel appeared in newspapers. I cried on that day and, shit, I’m about to cry right now just typing this.
Two more deaths that will affect me: the aforementioned Bill Watterson, and one Mr. Berkeley Breathed.
I don’t think he CAN die. He’s the world’s smartest human. He’ll figure out immortality or something. Unfortunately, he won’t share it with his Editor…
ETA: But that would be a neat way to wrap up the column if it can’t be produced anymore.
One of the human interest television programs, maybe CBS Sunday Morning, did a nice piece about her within the past year. She lives a very quiet life in (if memory serves) Malibu with her dog. She’s very active with the animal rescue programs and on her birthday each year is contacted on air by a local radio station and does a short interview. She’s unmarried, having been through a number of them that for one reason or another didn’t work and both looks and sounds great.
I love my comedy, as such the three celebrities I would miss the most are:
Bill Bailey - I love his style of humour, from Stand-up to his roles in Sitcoms (Black Books)
Andy Hamilton - Simply brilliant comedian. Old Harry’s Game is my favourite radio show. Revolting People is good too… Hell, it’s all good (except Trevor’s World of Sport).
Paul Merton - He’s on our screens every week, making us laugh with his mostly improvised humour.
The world would be a sadder place if any of those were to die.
I still remember when Linda Smith died. That actually made me cry a bit.