With it being Sunday, the one that jumped to mind for me is Bryan Cranston. I have to know what happens to Walter White! I can’t remember a story that has gripped me the way Breaking Bad has. And when that’s over, I can’t wait to see what this enormously talented person will show me next.
I guess that also means I’m holding my breath for Aaron Paul and Vince Gilligan et al, since I want to see the whole story, but especially Bryan. Get this man on SNL stat!
And seconded on Jon Stewart. That death would crush me.
The “would” goes with the “would bother,” not with the “would die”?
Betty White
Andy Griffith
Annette Funicello
Ringo Starr
Paul McCartney
Leonard Nimoy (First episode of the original Star Trek- love at first sight.)
Queen Elizabeth II (I’m one day older than Prince Charles.)
Efrem Zimbalist, Jr. (I’ve had the hots for him since I was 10 years old.)
I would be bothered to see the deaths of many of the people already mentioned here. Still yet unmentioned is David Attenborough, who is The Voice of BBC wildlife documentaries. He is thankfully still in good health, but at 84 years old he can’t live forever.
Few celeb deaths would bother me. Mainly because most of them aren’t doing a whole lot in the years before they die. Someone will mention a name to me and sometimes I am surprised that they are still alive.
When Joe Nuxhall (longtime Cincinnati Reds announcer) died, I was pretty crushed because Joe and Marty Brennaman were the last voices I heard before going to bed every night.
But I am already sad looking at Jimmy Garner and Martin Landau because they just look terrible and I remember them being so fucking awesome.
I suppose that when Keith Richards dies that will bother me. He has always given me hope that you can brutally abuse you body and still live a relatively long life.
Pete Rose because I grew up wanting to play like him and I wish he would get into the hall of fame before he dies but I don’t think it will happen.
I haven’t really enjoyed anything Joni Mitchell has released since Wild Things Run Fast, but in the category of mourning folks I don’t even know, her passing will probably make me the saddest. Besides, she absolutely MUST hang in there until she completes her memoirs (and they better be dishy).
Also, Bob Dylan’s death will depress me. So will Mark Helprin’s, Mary Oliver’s and Ursula Le Guin’s.
(Oh, and Robin Williamson’s and Mike Heron’s, of course.)