It's A Wonderful World?

How can they smile and say that to me? How dare they?

James Avery died last night. I never met him, and I feel like half of me got bitten off by a rabid dog. I am so, so sad! I know we all will die eventually, but why him? Why now? All I wanted was an autograph! An autographed picture would've been great; but a simple autograph would've made me happy.
Ever since I got the news, I've been snappy and moody and just plain unpleasant. I didn't know him, but yet, I just feel full of holes.