I don't think I ever really feel the need to mourn someone's death. It is a shame when people who have a purpose die, but I never seem to be affected by it. However, there are probably three people that I had felt some sort of odd saddness about when they died.
John Ritter, perhaps because I grew up watching him and he was just wonderful. Maybe even because I met him once and ate where he ate a couple of times. He just never seemed that affected by his own greatness.
Princess Diana, I think for obvious reasons. Maybe because I was one of those people who sat around for days watching the funeral and the news coverage. Maybe because I had met someone who was from England not two months before and we sat on the phone watching as she was remembered. Who knows. But I did.
Finally, Dana Reeve. Without getting into the politics surrounding most of her causes, I felt she was a fighter. I felt bad when she died and most of all I felt like her family was getting screwed. I found her death to be unfair...but that's just me.