As sad as it was to lose Bowie, Rickman, Wogan and Wood, there was a sense of gladness for having known them and their work which is completely absent from the current onslaught of unadulterated misery.
And as a bewildering bonfire of hatred and rage threatens to engulf their Facebook timelines, people are longing for a return to the simple times when all they had to do was tweet about how sad they are that a singer has died.
“If only…I don’t know…Paul McCartney? Lulu?…I mean, I don’t want them to die, but I could at least understand that kind of news. Is Pam Ayres still alive?…maybe she could…don’t get me wrong, but that would be easier to take than this non-stop fear fuelled anxiety I’m being fed,” commented one blogger from the cupboard under the stairs as he tried to control his breathing into a paper bag.
The public also urged celebrities to do more saucy super-injunctions, if they’re not for dying.