Has the news of famous persons death ever made you cry even though you never met them, or a stranger that you knew about but never met? Why did it make you cry?
Johnny Gaudreau. Hockey player. Johnny Hockey was one of my favorites that wasn’t on my favorite team. He was a small guy, who proved everyone wrong. He was a good dude from all the clips and interviews I’ve seen over the years.
I saw the comment that broke it on reddit, some random guy in the Phillies GDT. Said “Johnny Gaudreau is dead”. Spent the night following the rumors until it was confirmed by a retired league ref.
He and his brother, Matt, were in town for their sisters wedding, staying at their dad’s house. They were cycling and a drunk driver killed them both, only stopped because the bikes were still under the truck. His wife was pregnant at the time too.
I cycle, I’ve got brothers and it just hit me so hard. I was fucked up about it for a week at least.
When David Lama, Hans Jörg Auer and Johnathan Rosskelly died in an Avalanche. They were the absolute best of the best in mountaineering, they had everything going for them and then suddenly it was over. I remember how it swept me off my feet and the shockwave it sent through the mountaineering community.
I’m getting more from this question than I could have wished for, I just really appreciate how people can inspire or live in a way that creates that response in an individual. Thanks for sharing
Er Robin Williams, Chester Bennington. I think suicide always harder.
So this is where the question started, was working and a song by Tim Bergling (Avicii) came on and it was one of his less famous tracks. It reminded me of the day I heard that he passed. I wasn’t the hugest fan, but I remembered seeing him play at Tomorrowland. Something about his presence was different and it intrigued me to find out more information about who he was. He was a true artist and got a lot of hate towards the end of his life as he tried to experiment with where electronic music could go. Behind the scenes he was so deeply entrenched in music. Kind of like Bob Dylan in a way. I actually wish he chose a different style of music to play, or joined a band because he was a genius, who was never really given his flowers because electronic producers rarely are. But it killed him. I cried.
Several.
Because their art changed my life.
And I cry for the compassion aroused about how death came to some strangers.
Yes. Empathy and compassion are present.
A man only dies when he is forgotten.
Technoblade never dies.
A bloke at work wears a Technoblade shirt all the time, he lives on
Stephen Hawking. His books gave me a sense of wonder in high school. Those books are a huge part of what inspired my path in life. When I read he had died, I felt a peice of me leave the earth. I cried for humanity, I felt that we all got a bit dumber, as a whole.
I was pretty fuckin sad when Judy Tenuta passed.
Adam Yauch from the Beastie Boys was one, and David Lynch very recently was another. Both hit really hard :-(
Fidel Castro, no one could kill him but time
David Bowie. I still miss him a lot. I usually don’t even really know the names and faces of bands I like, and I wasn’t even a big knower of his music, but when I heard he died I cried non stop for a day and a night. He was really something else, this crazy force, changing the whole discourse in music and stardom multiple times in his life. What an awe inspiring character. I wonder who could ever take his place, really.
Without knowing a celebrity personally, you can still resonate deeply with what their art or identity stand for. I shed a tear when David Bowie died because his fearlessness and experimentation was like a beacon to weirdos like me that told us we would be ok if we left the shores of conformity. Plus, he was the funky funky groovy man, man.
We are exposed to enough of their life and personality that we form a bond.
With a performer like Bowie, he pushed the boundaries of what it even means to have a personality. You almost have to talk about him by each era—Ziggy Stardust, The White Duke, etc. That baffling reinvention is part of his allure and his message, in my opinion. You can make yourself into anyone you want to be, even just for a little while, and that experience can be magnificent. You aren’t just the sum of your experiences, you are also the product of your intention, so why not get a little freaky-deeky with it, man?
When I was about 17 was looking at several full pages of names of people who died in 9/11 when looking at a news paper and started crying
I cry sometimes when I see what is happening to the people and babies of the world
I cried when those women in Sudan were at a hospital and rebels showed up to rape and murder them then trapped them inside the clinic and burned it down
The world is a sad place with so much need for mourning
Adam Schlesinger, a likely preventable death in this selfish fucking country. He gave so many beautiful things to the world while he was here.
Maybe not full-on “cry” but I have gotten teary-eyed more than a few times over the decades when a favorite (and unarguably world-class) musician dies. Eddie Van Halen, Neil Peart and Jeff Beck come to mind right off the bat
Did not cry exactly but… if you are like me and you like Babylon 5, do not check up on the cast.
