I don’t know how someone who has been dead for twenty years [wait, twenty years? :( ] can still give me (everyone) this sense of just having left, and (obviously) having left way too early.
A couple years back, my roommate and I had a Christmas party and we all watched a bunch of Christmas classics. My friend Melinda brought over a homemade DVD of A Muppet Family Christmas, which I’d never seen before (if you haven’t, you should). At the very end, when all the Muppet families (who else has created THAT many memorable characters? Disney? No. No one? Yes) are celebrating together, Jim Henson pokes out from the kitchen with Sprocket, ready to do some dishes. My friend Tim, who was probably 34 at the time, and drunk, sprang up from his chair and yelled, “Don’t die!” with genuine urgency.