What the hell, 2016.
It seems that, since New Year’s Day, we’ve been losing one talented entertainer after another. It’s dizzying how fast it’s been happening. I’m probably missing someone – but here’s what I recall so far:
January 6th – Pat Harrington Jr. (Schneider from the 70s sitcom One Day at a Time)
January 9th – Angus Scrimm (“The Tall Man” from the move Phantasm)
January 10th – David Bowie
January 11th – David Margulies (the mayor from Ghostbusters)
January 13th – Brian Bedford (the voice of Robin Hood in Disney’s Robin Hood)
January 14th – Alan Rickman
January 15th – Dan Haggerty (the actor who played Grizzly Adams in the 70s TV series)
January 16th – Glenn Frey
There’s a couple more than that, but these are the ones I have direct knowledge of their work from personal exposure growing up.
We’re all connected by popular culture, and sometimes these passings can effect people personally. The three hardest celebrity deaths in my life have been (to date) Douglas Adams, Paul Walker, and Leonard Nimoy. The last two were especially hard. Walker’s death fell shortly after my own father’s and served as a reminder of my own mortality since he was – within a couple of months – the same age as me. Nimoy’s death was a shattering blow because he was more than someone on the screen. Shannon and I had both met him personally and (more than just “here’s your autograph”) interacted with him. Speaking to him in person made the person on the screen very real to both of us.
And it felt very real when he passed.
Shannon was (literally) in tears off and on for a couple of days. He was extremely kind to her during their brief exchange – and sometimes, that’s all it takes to make a lasting memory.
So Dear 2016: just stop already. Thanks. -Me