I know what you mean. I've been a wreck over this. The only other time I remember being really upset at the death of someone famous, it was Jim Henson (and I mourned him afresh every dang time Kermit opened his mouth after that, it just seemed so wrong). I can't put my finger on why it is so peculiarly upsetting, but it is.

Also, I have an abundance of sporks. My spork is your spork. ;)