In one month alone, we’ve lost a small handful of cultural icons. They’ve been part of our lives since childhood or some point in growing up. Perhaps they directly shaped who we are. Needless to say, it really sucks. That said, death is the said fact of life and reality itself. Everything will at one point die and that terrifies us. Especially consider the fact we like to think of what we love as being immortal or invulnerable, but that’s sadly not true. And because we lose someone so special to us, it tends to taint the entire timeframe around that loss. However, I don’t think we should do this. If anything, it doesn’t do justice to the amazing memories we’ve had thanks to the people we had recently lost. Whether it’s Labyrinth being the first movie you remember seeing (and with Bowie’s performance as the Goblin King, how can one forget?) or jamming to Motorhead for the first time, those memories won’t leave us and we should be thanking the deceased for giving us those opportunities in the first place. Plus, I’ve lost tons of people that were important to me last year as well: Satoru Iwata, Leonard Nemoy, Scott Weiland, Grace Whitney (from Star Trek as well), Terry Pratchett, Christopher Lee, the list goes on and on. And yet, I remembered them for all their wonderful work instead of stewing in depression. After all, I’m sure they’d prefer fond recollections instead of fans being sad.